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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KOSHISH KARENGE HAM

KOSHISH KARENGE  HAM KI TUMKO TANHA 

 NAA HONE DE.... TERI ISS DIL KI 

ME TERI NA BANOO TO KEHNA

मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,

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Dil ko kisi ki aas nahi

दिल को किसी की आस नहीं है,

आंखों मे�

What Do I See In You

What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,

KITABON MAI

Na Jane Saloon Baad Kaisa Sama Hoga,
I am Sorry

I'm sorry for everything you've been through
It must've been very hard on you
I'm sorry

Sansar chalye baithe hai.

Kya baat karu mein logo ki,

Sab aap bataye baithe hai.

Kuch dard chupaye baithe h

Simpler Times

Take me back to those simpler times

When all I sang were nursery rhymes,

When ste

sone ki chidiya

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

MAN SE SWIKAR

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