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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kya dhoondti rehti hai ye aankhe

सब कुछ तो है क्या ढूँढ़ती रहती हैं नि�

You Will Never See Me Fall

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

MANANE KI KHWAHISH HO YA NA HO

र लगता है तुम्हें बताने में वो जो हमा�

ZINDAGI SULAJH GAYI

Haathon mei kalam aur kitaab liye

Khaayalon ko nazam banate hue

Zindagi sulajh ga

zindgi ka naam imtehan

कहते हैं ज़िन्दगी का दूसरा नाम इम्तिह�

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

WO HAR NAJARIYA

वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया

जो हमस�

Your Love Is A Lie

You came to me when you were sad

And I was stupid to take you back

I thought you

muskurate raho

Tum Sada Muskurate Raho Yeh Tamanna Hai Humari,
BIN MANGE MIL JAYEGA

प्रभु कहते हैं……..!!

 

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