He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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WO HUM SE RUTH GAY
Mere sapne kyon tut gaye,
Wo humse kyon ruth gaye,
Dekar shila mohabbat ka mujhe,
MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI
कोई आहट होती है ना,
तो लगता है जैसे
Aankho hi aankhon mein
Aankho hi aankhon mein Baatein isharon mein
Tumne jo mujhse kahi hai Aisa kyu lagta hai
KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI
इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती
Pyara Hindustan Hain
अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौ
Only Time Will Remain
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
EA DOSTO PHONE KARLEANA
जब कभी दुःखने लगे दिल, जब कभी मन छलक जा
Mask
I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;
zindagi jina bhl gaya
कब सपनों के लिए,
सपनों का घर छोड़ द
After The Party
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it