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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JO MERE NAAM KE DANE HAI

इस जीवन की चादर में सांसों के ताने बा�

YE MERE DESH KI NAHI HAI

हीं, ये मेरे देश की आंखें नहीं हैं

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prand ke saman hai

घोर अंधकार हो,

चल रही बयार हो,

आज

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Losing Touch

 

 It was about friendship

Changing perceptions, losing touch

M

Life Is Now

Time flies and memories fade.

People change and new friendships are made.

Only th

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

Losing The Best Part Of Me

We fight we struggle

We kick and scream

Please let us back in

And wake us

Life in a Love
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world cont

Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

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