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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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ठोकर खाना जरूरी है

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why is it when I look in your eyes,

I see the love burning inside me.

why is it w

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आस-पास धूल है,

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Quite possibly

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affecti

Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;

SHAAM KI TARAH

शाम की तरह हम ढलते जा रहे है,

बिना कà

zindgi ko ji lo achhese

kabhi kabhi kuchh cheezein  Apne man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiye

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Empty Heart

Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,

Decisions to make but can't decide.

Hurt f

Life Doesn't Frighten Me

Shadows on the wall

Noises down the hall

Life doesn't frighten me at all