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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TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI

Tum ho ek anmol angoothi

 

Ya phir uska koi nageena

 

T

jiwant mera prem saans leta hai

उसकी हर बात घोलती है मेरे कानों में अ�

TO TUM HO KON

अगर अजनबी सी कोई हो तुम, फिर तुम्हें ख�

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

shahido ke naam

मज़हब जुदा सही वतन तो एक है, है फूल रंग

Har aansu mera ek shola hai

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

Yara Mera Desh

 

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा –

TU SAATH MERA NIBHANA

Mai Thoda Sa Hu Pagal Par Ye Bhi Hai Teri Mehrbaani...

Tujh Se Hi Shuru Ho Tujhpe Hi Khta

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

Do not judge me

From the outside,

Because all you will see

Is my stupid p

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

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