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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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.