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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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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