Under the Harvest Moon

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

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

-Carl Sandburg

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shahido ke naam

मज़हब जुदा सही वतन तो एक है, है फूल रंग

Keep Safe...

No more shaking hands.

Don't touch your face.

Never stand too close

In a

chalo fir se hum bache ban jate hai
होम-वर्क की डांट से बचने के बहाने बनात�

My Everything Friend

You magnify my happiness

When I am feeling glad;

You help to heal my injured hear

KOSHISH KARNE WALON KI HAAR NAHI HOTI

ASAFLTA EK CHUNOTI HAI, ISE SWIKAR KARO

KYA KAMI REH GAYI DEKHO OR SUDHAR KARO

JU

hamari yaad ati hai

wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.

wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho 

sacha veer bana de

sacha veer bana de maa- sacha veer bana de maa 

dhruv jeasi mujhe bhakti de de- arju

AYE WATAN AYE WATAN

Jalte bhi gaye, kehte bhi gaye

Aazadi ke parwaane

Jeena to usi ka jeena hai

milte agar hum to kya ehsaas hota

मिलते अगर हम तो क्या एहसास होता

धड़�

Respect Your Love

 

mohabbat mein shiddat mayne nahi rakhti

mohabbat