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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उस एक औरत के खिलाफ 

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MY dream, a vagabond,
Hovering in endless woe;
Wings tattered like a cloth,
Searching for t

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No stupid love song can describe how I feel

Sometimes the words other people say

sankat apna bal sakha

संकट अपना बाल सखा है, इसको कठ लगाओ

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sara desh hamara

कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा

Tujhe khawab hi me dekhun...

Tujhe Khawab Hi Me Dekhun Ye Bharam Bhi Aj Toota...

Tere Khawab Kese Dekhun Mujhe Neend H

me fariyad karta hun

मैं लिखता हूँ,

कागज और कलम से प्यार

KABHI BHI KISI SE PYAAR MAT KARNA

Kabhi Kisi Se Pyaar Mat Karna

Ho Jaaye To Inkaar Mat Karna

Nibha Sako To Chalna U

Im No Different From You
People just look at me
Look enough to stare
not noticing the inside of me
They just look at