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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Sansar chalye baithe hai.
Kya baat karu mein logo ki,
Sab aap bataye baithe hai.
Kuch dard chupaye baithe h
A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin
Another Chance To Say Sorry
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
DOR MANTHAN KE
यह नियम है
भावनाओं के आवेश में
The Feeling Of Emptiness
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
A Book Of Memories
Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I wo
Joy Of Having A Friend
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
Remeber When
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
HOTON PE SACHAI REHTI HI
होठों पे सच्चाई रहती है, जहां दिल में
A Float...
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
