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 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