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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माता को अर्पण

MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI

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न ही बह

ESA DIN NA AY TUMHARE BAGAIR REHNE KA

इश्क़ किया है तुमसे तुम्हारी इबादत की

YAAD ME TERI YAARA

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

ZINDGI KYA EK KITAAB HAI

क्या जिंदगी सच में किताब है

 

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My Babe....

Together we may struggle

but without you all I feel is pain.

Sometimes I may seem

kya pata hai tumhen

Kya pta hai tujhe?

ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,

mere hontho par bikhari mus