At the Mid Hour of Night
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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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AZADI KA ARTH
म नन्हें-मुन्ने हैं बच्चे,
आजादी क
KHUD KO HEE DHOONDTA HUN
Tere kareeb aur tujhse door hone ke baad,
Jaha jaha sath chale wo raaste dhoondti hu
Ro Ro Kar Sunaya Tha ....
Ro ro kar sunya tha jin ko apna Haal-e-Dil...
Hans hans kar meri wafa ki woh toheen kar g
CHOT KHA KAR BAITHE HAI
जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<
Never Let Go
One by one
take one step at a time
said her daddy, teaching her to walk
the little girl onl
Life's Own Battle
Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made me strong
From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
yahi sahi waqt hai
yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa
desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa
yahi
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
fakat yah jaanta
jo mit gaya who jee gya
moond kar
The Beauty Of A Tree
Can there be anything more lovely
Then the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmerin