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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Gam chupa hasta chl

ग़म छूपा हँसता चल

खुद को ही छलता चल �

Holi - Prem ki !!
Aao Aao, Yahan sabh aao
dekho kaisey khel raha
natkhat nand laal yahan
chupke se chura raha

tum hame mile

Kabhi to waqt thaira hoga jo tum mile

Kya muhabbat ki os giri hogi jo tum mile

Ya

hausla khud aa jayega..

Bus yahi dua mangi thi bhagwaan se,

 

Dena mujhe hausna ladne ka insaan se,<

JHANSI KI RANI

सिंहासन हिल उठे राजवंशों ने भृकुटी त�

24th year
Merely a boy 24 years old,
Mysteries of life, stories untold.

24 summers made me grow,

Believe In Yourself
Believe in yourself and you can achieve,
Things you never thought possible.
Believe in yoursel

Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some

Why Can't People See The Real Me?

Why?

Why can't people see the real me?

I try so hard to be the perfect person I c

taqdeer hi bewafa hai

Ishq karna toh lagta hai jaise

Maut se bhi badi saza hain,

Kya kisi se shikwa kar