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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Getting everything else done.

Go into this week

with the attitude that

your peace,

your health of mind,

Monkey In The Middle

There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,

who dreamed of the outside sun.

He did l

BANA LUNGI TUMHEN APAN

दिल ये मेरा दिल है खिलौना नहीं

मुझ�

The One...

I hope you find

the one who quiets

the screams.

I hope you find

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A Song of Love
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?Sweet eyes that smil

HAR SHAYRI ME AOKA NAM

um jo kahte hume

Hum jaan laga dete

Aangan aapka sajane

Hum sara aasman s

ye ranjisho ka silsila

Suna hai Sau raaste jaate hai usski jaanib ki taraf ...

mujhe ek bhi nai mil raha, lagata

RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

BASS MILE WHO JAMANA JO 

TUMNE CHAHA

Desh ka Samman Karey

 

Aao Desh Ka Samman Kare

Shahido Ki Shahadat Yaad Kare

Ek Baar Fir

Embassy...

I don’t know enough about anything

to be anybody but a stranger.

Isn’