At the Mid Hour of Night
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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,
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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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A tribute to school lyf:
"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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.Say Yes...
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
Night Noises
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
JAB AKELE HOTE
Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.
Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati
MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI
मुझे न बसंत भाता है,
न ही बह
Take The Time
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
JEE LE APNI ZINDAGI
सच तो है ये जिंदगी कुछ लम्हात
एहसा
Friendship Trust
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
Everything About You
Your dove like eyes,
Has me hypnotized.
Your sweet smile,
A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fre
