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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TUM SANSO KI MEHEK MEI

Gumnam chahato ka silsila

Aur kitne din chalega

Gum ka suraj sarpar se

Ka

JYOTI KA VITAAN HAI

यह अतीत कल्पना,

यह विनीत प्रार्थन�

chalna hamara kaam hai

Gati prabal pairon mein bhari

Phir kyun rahoon dar dar khada

Jab aaj mere saamne,

Take The Time

Who learns and learns,

Nor acts on what he knows,

Is one who plows and plows,

KARNE WALE KAAM BAHUT HAI

करनेवाले काम बहुत हैं व्यर्थ उलझनों �

KATTAR LAGAYE BAITHE HAIN

Bas chalta ja tu sahi dagar,

Or peeche kabhi na mudna tu.

Jab pahuchega tu manzil

Just Want A Happy Life

I live with depravity,

Pressure like gravity.

Why can't they just see

I w

TUMKO HI SOCHTA HAUN

तुमको ही सोचता हूँ तुमको ही ढूँढता हू

Gym Class
The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they

Never Letting Go

She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,

all along she plays this game unfairly