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

He'll Never Know

I want to run, I want to hide

From all the pain he caused inside.

I want to screa

When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And

bohot see yaaden

Zindagi kabhi hasati hai, kabhi rulati hai,

Kabhi khushi deti hai, kabhi gam de jaati hai

What I Love About You

 

The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,

Your breath on m

Today I Am Afraid
Today I felt lost
I couldn't find Your hand.
I felt so Alone,
I just don't Understand.
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What If We Were Really True?

What if we were really true

And said everything we thought

Could we then stop fee

Storm Of Fears

The winds are wild

The lightning strikes

The thunder booms

The storm is c

Sweet Dreams

Last night as I lay sleeping, love,
A vision came to me.
It was of you and I, my love,<

MAA KI SAHANSHILTA

बड़ी ही जतन से पाला है माँ ने

हर एक �

How Much I Love You For You

Every tone of life

Makes a note for you.

Every word of life

Makes a phras