At the Mid Hour of Night

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember'd, even in the sky. Then I sing the wild song 'twas once such pleasure to hear!
When our voices commingling breathed, like one, on the ear;
And, as Echo far off through the vale my said orison rolls,
I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
-Thomas Moore

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AZADI KA ARTH

म नन्हें-मुन्ने हैं बच्चे,

आजादी क�

KHUD KO HEE DHOONDTA HUN

Tere kareeb aur tujhse door hone ke baad,

Jaha jaha sath chale wo raaste dhoondti hu

Ro Ro Kar Sunaya Tha ....

Ro ro kar sunya tha jin ko apna Haal-e-Dil...

Hans hans kar meri wafa ki woh toheen kar g

CHOT KHA KAR BAITHE HAI

जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<

Never Let Go
One by one
take one step at a time
said her daddy, teaching her to walk
the little girl onl

Life's Own Battle

Didn't want a battle,

Yet you declared war,

Each knock you gave me made me strong

From My Heart

A million stars up in the sky.

One shines brighter - I can't deny.

A love so prec

yahi sahi waqt hai

yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa

desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa

yahi

koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti

fakat yah jaanta

 

jo mit gaya who jee gya

 

moond kar

The Beauty Of A Tree

Can there be anything more lovely

Then the beauty of a tree?

Her leaves shimmerin