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)

Other poetry

Standing Alone

I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.

See the hope an

Flirting With Your Eyes

I shuffled down the hallway

Trying to stay out of view

Peeking down the walkway

Goodbye To You

  I thought you were so cool.

  Boy, I was wrong.

  I feel like su

Believe It Or Not

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

Ek Aishwaarya thi deewani si ^_^

Ek Aishwaarya thi deewani si Shahrukh pe wo marti thi,

Najre jhukake, sharma ke Hritik ki

I Love You My Love

I love how we

tease each other with

tantalizing words

throughout the day;

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

Sun And Moon

You were like the sun who brought light

Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.

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A tribute to school lyf:

"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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Two Beers...

Larry came into my bar

Every day to drink two beers.

"My brother’s death; o