He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-W. B. Yeats

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karne lage hai hum khud se pyar

Zindagi ne, is kaddar, kiya hai,  bas vaar

Bina koi,  churee,  ya koi,&nbs

The Cake Of Friendship

Preheat the oven of love

With plenty of secrets and hugs.

Mix in giggles and laug

The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think

Life
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of

My Promises For You

If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,

painting your rainbows when the rains come.

A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

Friends are far, friends are near.

Friends will be there to lend an ear.

They lis

He Is Hurting Too

He's tired of the pain.

He's tired of every lie.

He's tired of the countless nigh

Jab tanha tanha

Jab Tanha Tanha Hote Ho,

Aawaaz Mujhe Tum Diya Karo,

 

Har Dhadkan M

KUCHH SAPNE

कुछ छोटे सपनो के बदले,बड़ी नींद का सौ�

Believe It Or Not

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al