At the Mid Hour of Night
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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,
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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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jindgi ki achhai or burai
जितना भी अच्छा कर लो दोस्तो के लिए
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and
NA RAAT DEKHI NA DIN
चाँद को भी हमने तुम्हारे लिए सजाया है
I Realized
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
My Sleeping Angel
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
apna bana gaya tu
yoon zindgi ke khawab dikha gaya tu
muskurakar apna bana gaya tu
behti hui
A Minute
Every one young or old
Needs someone to listen
As their stories are told
The difference
He Is Hurting Too
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
mera sacha sathi
कहीं देखा हैं तुमने उसे