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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DHARA SE DOOR CHAND

दूर धरा से चाँद को निहारती 

होकर

TUM OR TUMHEN

मगर, सच तो यह है कि

प्यार तुम हो,

Live Life To Fullest

Life is like an old house; it gets used,

worn-out and old.

Then it's time to move

Kaash do Dil hote

Kaash kahin esa hota k, do dil hote seeny main,

eik toot bhi jata ishq main to, takleef n

If I Were To Write A Poem

If I were to write a poem,

It would be a fantastic piece of art,

Many people woul

Reflections

There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.

Tiny fragments from our past, rememb

khamosh mat raho

जब कोई ख्याल दिल से टकराता है
I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes,

Enough Hurting Those Who Love You

Wondering why you have so much hate

Before you see it will be too late

Trying to

A tribute to school lyf:


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