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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LOGO KE PAAS PAISA BAHUT HAI

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Aise hi nahi milati manjil

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I don't want to keep feeling this way,

Because each time I come closer, you move away.

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Sometimes I get lonely

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The worst pain known to me

Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,

To love

Best Friends
if someone said what's a best friend
I'd have to say someone who's there, till the bitter end

MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI

मुझे न बसंत भाता है, 

 

न ही बह

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My Name Is Sasha
My Sister Is Leigh
I am six
And she is three

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Man and matchstick
Cast nearly in the same mould
Both unaware
Of their flair
Till
Ru

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Naram labon ki jo chhooe hai dastak

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Fir hai Mohabbat us

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I don't know which one is me,

So if I'm nice a