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Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

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It's done and it's over

I'm through with misery

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Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet

as l inhale the air that smells so sweet

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Welcome 2015

Sabke Dilon main ho
sabke liye Pyar,
Aanewala har din laaye
Khushiyon ka Tyohar

Who Nose...

Some areas long as hoses

You buy at a garden store.

Mine can be used to smell ros

mere pyaar me kami kya thi

Meri pyar mein kami kuch bhi na thi,

na jaane kyun tu begaana ho gaya.

tujhe lagt

What's Love ?

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

Serenade
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and

-koi diwana tha tere pyaar me

koi pagal kehta hai to koi diwana kehta hai

me tumse dur kese rahun tu mujhse dur kese ra

Quite possibly

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affecti