A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

KISI KE LIYE SARTAAJ HAI ZINDGI

किसी के लिए सरताज है जिंदगी

कभी दो

kya pata hai tumhen

Kya pta hai tujhe?

ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,

mere hontho par bikhari mus

ZINDAGI KI SAFAR ME MILE

दो ओस की बूंद जैसे,जिंदगी के सफ़र में म

Seeking Peace

I am broken,

Shattered into irreparable pieces.

Who is going to save me?

SACH HO YA NA HO

साथ हमारा हो ना हो,लेकिन मिलना तो बस म

In Your Eyes..

It's the memories of you I have

That make any grey sky turn blue

And lets me know

Enjoy Life!

Life's too short to be wasted.

It passes just once, so make the most out of it.

L

log kehte hai jamin par kisi ko khuda nahi milta

लोग कहते हैं ज़मीं पर किसी को खुदा नह

AASHIKI ME BASS

आशिकी में है बस दर्द ही दर्द  खुशी क

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