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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CHHOTA YE SANSAAR

गांधी, तिलक, सुभाष, जवाहर का प्यारा यह

Tum hara nidnay hi tey karta hai

Bahut se log keahte hai ki hum,

Karmo ke adhin hai ,kuchh kehtae hai 

Ki hum

Zindgi ke bahumulya

जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम�

If Only She Knew

She has a special way

Of turning around my terrible day.

She makes all the bad th

He Is Hurting Too

He's tired of the pain.

He's tired of every lie.

He's tired of the countless nigh

tu jo kehde khuda se

Tu jo keh de to khuda se bhi, lad jaye hum

Teri khushi ke liye marna pade, mar jaye hum

Missing...

I've hunted near, I've hunted far

I even looked inside my car.

I've lost my glass

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silen

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

Without You

All these days and nights without you here,

It's a little bit more than I can bear.