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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MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI
मुझे न बसंत भाता है,
न ही बह
Love's Arrow
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
True Joy In Life
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Tum ne usme aisa kya dekha ?
Log Mujhse Hr Bar Poochte Hain Tum Ne UsMe Kya Dekha ?
Me Kehta Hun Jab Usy Dekha To Phir
Where Were You
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
LIKHTI HU TUMHARE INTEZAAR MAI
लिखती हूँ मैं,
तेरे इजहार का इंतजा
Just Look Into My Eyes
Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy.
It won't be p
As Is Life
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
My Dear Love
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Only Time Will Remain
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
