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,
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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KISI OR KO UDHAR DIYA TUMNE
छुप छुप के जो तरसाया था
देखा होगा र
When I First Saw You
Vulnerable before I found you
Lost in the lonely streets of my heart
I loved you
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
For A Best Friend
Through tears and fights,
Through smiles, I knew everything
It would be all right
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affecti
BAS AB MAA
मैं तन पर ला दे फिरता दुसाले रेशमी
My He(art)...
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
A Crush...
I think your sweet, your smiles the best
your laugh bring flutters to my chest
yo
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.