Silent Noon

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

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
...Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
...Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
...Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:--
...So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
...When twofold silence was the song of love.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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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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The Tyrants
The tyrants are on the loose again;
They hate all but their own.
They give their lives to kill

If I Could Tell You
When I see you in the morning
it brightens up my day
there are so many thoughts on my mind

My Life....

All of my life

I was living in a lie.

It seems that my childhood

has flow

Friendship

We have been friends for not so long

We've learned to trust and shared a song

We

i flirt with you
i flirt with you because i need
slipping in and out of conversation
making you wonder,

HUM BHARTIYA KEHLATA HAI

हम बच्चे हँसते गाते हैं।

हम आगे बढ�

What's Love ?

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fre

If You Must Go

If you must go, then go for a while

Remember that the first step is a hard traveled mile.