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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FIE MILENGE

फिर मिलेंगे ये सोचकर हम दोनो तसल्ली क

MANZIL PHIR SE BANA

Honsala Toot raha ho agar jeevan me…

maayusi ne agar daaman thaam liya…

DOR MANTHAN KE

यह नियम है

भावनाओं के आवेश में

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jab jawan hui muhabbat...

Jab Pas Tha To Paany Ki Aarzoo Na Thi

Jab Jaa Raha Hai Door To Muhabbat Hui Jawan...

My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You

Let's run away.

I don't care where.

It doesn't matter,

As long as you're

TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

Best Kinds

The best kinds of people are warm and kind.

They are always there and they never mind.

The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think

hum kuchh kar ke dikhaynge

kas li hai kamar ab to kuchh kar ke dikhaynge

aazad hi ho lenge,yaa sar hi kaat denge

Chaman Kho Gaya
Mere watan ka Aman kho gaya
Na jane kahan wo chaman kho gaya

Bahaaren jahan aa ke de