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

Other poetry

Wo humse kyon ruth gaye,

Tor late tare bhi hum unke liye

us nile aasman se,

Mit jate hain nafrat bhi

The Happiest Day Of My Life

The happiest day of my life

Was when I first laid eyes on you

For you were like a

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

Inner Strength

It's only through mistakes we make

We learn where we went wrong.

It's only when w

ELAAN SE KEHTE HAI

जान हथेली पर, एक दम में गंवा देंगे

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The Stuff I Served My Teacher
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk

sara desh hamara

कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा

TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI

Tum ho ek anmol angoothi

 

Ya phir uska koi nageena

 

T

Missing...

I've hunted near, I've hunted far

I even looked inside my car.

I've lost my glass

The Mirror

My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,

for today I discovered an old man starin