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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MERI KALAM OR DAWAAT

ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल

hamari yaad ati hai

wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.

wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho 

Love Sits On My Shoulder

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

It tells me how you love me and the word

Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?

If he is ready to date

I have no chance

I would already be too late

For t

The Perfect Little Town

The little town was the perfect little town,

Where never would you see even one little fr

apna bana gaya tu

yoon zindgi ke khawab dikha gaya tu 

muskurakar apna bana gaya tu

behti hui

He'll Never Know

I want to run, I want to hide

From all the pain he caused inside.

I want to screa

Long Lost Friends

To feel that sense of comfort

That you felt in times gone by.

To hug someone with

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

Stuck On You

You're sucrose, you're glucose,

You're fructose and more,

From your head to your