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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kuchh rasto par kadam rakh kar

kuch rasto par kadam rakh kar bhi 

meri ruh unhe pehchaanti nahi

tum puch

If I Were King

I often wish I were a King,

And then I could do anything.

 

If only

I Am Alone

I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

zindagi bahut chhoti si hai achhe se ji lo

kabhi kabhi kuchh chizen apni man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiy

kunki ye zindgi b

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

WO REHTE HAI IS KADAR

Wo ruthe hain is kadar manayein kaise

Jazbaat apne dil ke dikhayein kaise

Narm eh

Start Fresh

I wanna start fresh...

 

and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<

What A Life!

I once applied for a life online

Sadly, however, I was declined

They told me I wa

JAB AKELA HOTA HUN

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati

Your Path, My Heartbreak

You are blinded by shame

For all you have done

It hurts me so bad

That I