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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AAJ RAT KI KHAMOSHI

आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उन्हें सुना देन

A Valentine to My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the

ve kar jise sakte nahi

हो गये एक आन में उनके बुरे दिन भी भले

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You told me you loved me,

but your eyes were empty.

You told me yo

HUMAZAD HUY LAD KAR

हम तो आज़ाद हुए लड़कर पर

आज़ादी के

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Why are we so afraid

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Is it the hurt, the heartbre

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If only walls could talk,

They'd tell you about me,

And how they hear me scream

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The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk

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Childhood friends? I hope we still are.

Years have put space between us and now you seem

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Let me sing you a love song

About what I feel in my heart;

Butterflies can't find