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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HAMARI HARI BHARI DHARTI

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

EK HISSA HINDUSTAN THA

जब भारत आज़ाद हुआ था|

आजादी का राज ह

My Friend Hope

I have an invisible friend

Who guides me through dark and pain.

She always tells

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

Love Sits On My Shoulder

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

It tells me how you love me and the word

We'll Take Fall Together

Shall we take Fall together,

go sifting through the fallen leaves

and gaze upon t

DEEWANE HO GAY

Jinki yaad mein hum dewane ho gaye,

Wo hum hi se begaane ho gaye.

Shayad unhe tal

The Game
I've lost
you
not only your love
but also you
as my dear friend
who was
always th

I Love Your Smile

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.

I love your inner beauty, too.

I love the w

Another Crush

I don't want to keep feeling this way,

Because each time I come closer, you move away.

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