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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EA DOSTO PHONE KARLEANA

जब कभी दुःखने लगे दिल, जब कभी मन छलक जा

BHAROSA KHUD PE RAKHO

BHAROSA KHUD PAR RAKHO 

TO TAKAT BAN JATI HAI 

OR DUSRO PAR RAKHO TO&nb

ZIKR TERI OR MERI BATON KE

Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai, 

Tera har khwaab aankhon me rehne laga hai,<

Special True Friend

It has meant so much

Having you as a friend.

You will always be a part of me

My One, My Only, My Everything

For so long, I wished for the day.

The day that our love would find its way.

From

He'll Never Know

I want to run, I want to hide

From all the pain he caused inside.

I want to screa

I Can Do Anything For You My Love

Your lips so soft and red.

The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.   &n

What She Is To Me

Look at the beauty in her eyes,

a glow that shines like the sunrise. 

Her sm

ITIHAS ON ME NAAM LIKHA MERA DESH

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा – संवार

Love Sits On My Shoulder

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

It tells me how you love me and the word