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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kese bachayga prem pettr

 kitaab se le jayga prempattr

gidad  use pahad par noch noch khayga

&nb

My Belly Button...

Oh my beloved belly button.
The squidgy ring in my midriff mutton.

Your myster

Until' The End
this lazy hand
supposed to be writing
a poem of love
that is never ending

a bright

Valuable Mistakes

 

A mistake is a valuable teacher

with a lesson you can use for life.

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A Balanced Diet
I eat a balanced diet,
I do it day and night—
a pound of brownies on my left,
a po

Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

Be a scrub in the valley — but be

mere pyaar me kami kya thi

Meri pyar mein kami kuch bhi na thi,

na jaane kyun tu begaana ho gaya.

tujhe lagt

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees

Tum mere ho ...

Akkar Bakkar bambay bO

Kuch B hO tum, Mere hO ^_^

Your Beauty

I'll plant a row of daisy seeds,

 

In the space below each eye,

&nbs