Season of Love

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thorny may,
I gave my love a violet.
"O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth
With one light, tender maiden kiss,
"There are no rich blooms in the south
So fair to me as this!"When Summer reared her haughty crest,
We paused beneath the ruddy stars;
I placed a rose upon her breast,
Plucked from the modest casement bars.
"O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth--
Heart, heart, rememb'rest thou the bliss?--
"In east or west, in north or south,
I know no rose but this!"When Autumn raised the purple fruit
In clusters to his bearded lips,
I laid a heartsease on the lute
That sang beneath her finger-tips.
"O Love," she said--and fair her eyes
Smiled thro' the dusk upon the lea--
"No heartsease glows beneath the skies
But this thou givest me!"When Winter wept at shaking doors,
And holly trimmed his ermine vest,
And wild winds maddened on the moors,
I laid a flower upon her breast.
"Dear Heart," I whispered to the clay,
Which stilly smiled yet answered not,
"Bear thou to Heaven itself away
True love's Forget-me-not!"

-Isabella Valancy Crawford

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KOSHISH KARNE WALON KI HAAR NAHI HOTI

ASAFLTA EK CHUNOTI HAI, ISE SWIKAR KARO

KYA KAMI REH GAYI DEKHO OR SUDHAR KARO

JU

I'm Hiding Deep Inside

Can no one see this smile I'm faking,

See how, inside, I'm constantly shaking?

Th

As You Go Through Life

Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;

  And even when you find them,

If I Tell You, Will You?

The answer lies true in my heart,

So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?

Or wi

still hold the most space in our hearts.

And then I realized

that to be

more alive

I had to

be less

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TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

AB HAME NIND NAHI AATI

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

Subah hone hi

niyam hai jiwan ka

परिवर्तन नियम है जीवन का,
MAN SE SWIKAR

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HAR PAL LARTA HAI

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