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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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SO JAUN ME FIR SE SAPNO ME

देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,

रातों की �

Drowning...

They come in waves,

my feelings for you.

And not pretty whitecaps

dancing

KYA DOGE TUM IJAZAT HAME

KYA DOGE TUM IJAZAT HME APNE PASS

 AANE KI..... KYA MILEGI MOHLAT 

WAQT

Dar Kar Nahi Rehna Hain

 

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखा�

Losing Touch

 

 It was about friendship

Changing perceptions, losing touch

M

Today I Was...

Monday I was angry with the sun.

It was always in my eyes - no fun.

Tuesday I was

UMAR BHAR NIBHANE KA

 

ये तो फ़र्ज है उम्र भर निभाने का

I Love You

I never really knew you.

You were just another friend,

But when I got to know you

fasal koi or katta hai

ऐसी अटल अवस्था में भी, कल क्यों पल-पल ट

Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha ?

Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha,

na qareeb aaye, na fasla rakha.