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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nakam koshish ki

DARD KO NA DEKHO

Dard ko na dekho Dard ki nazron se,

Dard ko bhi Dard hota hai.

Dard ko bhi jaroor

Thank You..

Thank you

For loving me true,

For being no one but you,

For holding my ha

I Ain't Been to School
I ain’t been to school,
not never before.
That’s all changin’ now
as I run thr

zindagi kabhi hasati hai

Zindagi kabhi hasati hai, kabhi rulati hai,

Kabhi khushi deti hai, kabhi gam de jaati hai

HUA KUCH YOON

Hua kuch yoon ek roz

Bhai bola garmi hai tez

Pehle jab kaha tha AC lelo

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Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effect

ek bewafa ka intzaar

हम तुम्हारे फोन का इंतज़ार करते है <

The One I Love

You're the one for me

'cause you were made just for me.

Now I'm standing in front

A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie <