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

Other poetry

My Silent Tears

 

Shh...listen, don't you hear?

I'm crying, but they are silent tears.

My Friend Hope

I have an invisible friend

Who guides me through dark and pain.

She always tells

mujhe zamane ne chot di hai

A Friend
A person who will listen and not condemn
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee whe

I Need It From You

Sometimes I'm confused and don't know what to do,

I need help and I need it from you.

mei or meri tanhai

मैं अकेला कब था ,मैं था और मेरी तनहाई थ

I'll Never Forget

I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.

It's full of anger, pain, and regrets

He Is Hurting Too

He's tired of the pain.

He's tired of every lie.

He's tired of the countless nigh

A F-R-I-E-N-D

A FRIEND

F is for the fun we had together

R is for the relaxing time we shared

KAASH KI PEHLE SAMAJH PATE

यूँ तेरी कुर्बत में जिऊंगा मैं, तू भी �