When You Are Old

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

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

-W. B. Yeats

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The Day I Fell In The Pool...

I never saw it coming

I was such a fool

It changed me completely

The day

Feelings About Him

Peace and love,

his kiss is soft as a dove.

He makes me smile all the time

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EK AURAT KE KHILAF

उस एक औरत के खिलाफ 

दुनियादारी क�

What I Love About You

The touch of your hand,

The smell of your hair,

The naughtiness in your smile,

Friends
We are going to different high schools
I know it will be hard
we were best friends
and now

shahido ke naam

मज़हब जुदा सही वतन तो एक है, है फूल रंग

Oops!
Three coffee cups my mother loved
lie shattered on the floor.
Three ripe tomatoes splatte

Hurt And Pain

Hurt and pain.

There's much to gain.

Peace and love.

It's all the same.

HAMARE MILNE KA PATA

एक दिन हमारे मिलने का पता होगा,कोई तो �

Truth
Once in your life you make the friends that are true
Nothing else matters except what's between t