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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.