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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HUM BHARTIYA KEHLATA HAI

हम बच्चे हँसते गाते हैं।

हम आगे बढ�

CHOT KHA KAR BAITHE HAI

जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<

My Love...

You make me laugh and smile

when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.

I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You

It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,

A friendship that had blossomed to more th

AANKHON MEIN BHARE VIHAAG

बीती विभावरी जाग री!

अम्बर पनघट मे�

NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....

NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI..... 

NAA USKA KOI PATA HOTA HAI.......

BADA

Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why you didn’t take an umbrella. Sister advise

Tum hara nidnay hi tey karta hai

Bahut se log keahte hai ki hum,

Karmo ke adhin hai ,kuchh kehtae hai 

Ki hum

Duniya bhi dekhi aur duniyadari bhi... dekhi maine hoti gaddaari bhi...

Duniya bhi dekhi aur duniyadari bhi dekhi...
dil par maine chalti hui dildaari bhi dekhi...

Flirting With Your Eyes

I shuffled down the hallway

Trying to stay out of view

Peeking down the walkway