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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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Bol Na Yaad To Aati Hogi Na..

Ghanato Bath Kar Wo Baate Karna...

Ek Ek Meri Shararat Tumko Yaad To Aati Hogi Na...?

tears hanging under my eyelashes

im watcing ur way in the path of clowds

my tears doesn't come down untill u come

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

Every Day My Love For You Grows

Every day that passes us by

all I could think of is this one guy.

I never thought

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees

WO HAR NAJARIYA

वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया

जो हमस�

ZINDAGI BHI KYA ZINDAGI HAI

woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi

jisme zindagi hi naa **

koi gam nhi

aur

ae mere watan

ऐ मेरे प्यारे वतन, ऐ मेरे बिछड़े चमन त�

MERI JAAN MENE TUMSE KABHI KAHA NAHI

Main karta hun pyar tujhase bohot meri jaan

Magar tere jawabo ki chadar se darta hun

Self Created

True inner joy is self – created.
It does not depend on outer circumstances.
A ri