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,
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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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Har aansu mera ek shola hai

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

I Want To Thank You Again

To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,

To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it

Thank God For Plumbers

Two old friends met on the street,

Hadn't talked in many a year;

"How's your fami

mohobat me mene intzar kiya

tere ehsaas se mohobat ki hai 

tere libaas se mohobat ki hai

tu mere pass na

taqdeer hi bewafa hai

Ishq karna toh lagta hai jaise

Maut se bhi badi saza hain,

Kya kisi se shikwa kar

still hold the most space in our hearts.

And then I realized

that to be

more alive

I had to

be less

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tum jo sang bane raho

Tumhare karan har jeet se pyar hai mera

Mera seerat ye badhta rahega

Tum jo sang

DOST JAB AAP JAISA MILA KARTA HAI

साथ अगर दो तो मुस्कायेंगे जरुर

प्

My Credo Of Life

Let me live within the moment.

Let me feel all that I can.

Let me cherish life fo

The Moon...

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

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