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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mohobat me mene intzar kiya

tere ehsaas se mohobat ki hai 

tere libaas se mohobat ki hai

tu mere pass na

har uski ladai mein

दोस्ती में हमने दोस्तो को नजराना पेश

You
You
You are so deceiving
When you come into my life
You make me feel the best I can
Yet

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

In Search Of
In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right

Now if yo

HAMARE DESH BHAKTI

Na thi kisi ki himmat koi aankh na dikhata tha

Ab kaha chali gyi hain humari androoni sha

The Pain Of Goodbye

I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried

Or cover the entire earth with blankets

Darkness...

Darkness unfolds when one man's touch

Caresses the body you cherish so much

You c

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

It's that one special day created with you,

When wishes rain in for the year coming new.<

Aate hai farishtey bankar

Aate hai farishtey bankar,

Rehte hai har waqt haath thamkar,

Milta Hai anmol dost