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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har uski ladai mein

दोस्ती में हमने दोस्तो को नजराना पेश

My One-Sided Love

My love for her is a roaring fire.

She's all I ever did or will desire.

Without h

A Man In The Jar

I once knew a man who lived in a jar.

For a stranger sight, you'd have to go far.

Zindgi ke bahumulya

जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम�

The Pain Of Goodbye

I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried

Or cover the entire earth with blankets

mea mantar hun

वन्देमातरम गीत नहीं मैं मंत्र हूँ जी�

sankat apna bal sakha

संकट अपना बाल सखा है, इसको कठ लगाओ

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Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her

I'll Never Forget

I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.

It's full of anger, pain, and regrets

Very Special Friends

We didn't grow up together.

We didn't start as friends.

When we first got togethe