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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Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I wo

TARO KE SAMAN RAHE

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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Daydreaming

The first time we ever met

Your name was all I knew

But as we got to know each ot

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Chaandni Raaton Mein Jab Tu Dekhegi Us Chaand Ko Tab....

Hum Uss Chaand Se Tujhe, Tujh Ko

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Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet

as l inhale the air that smells so sweet

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Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

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Best Kinds

The best kinds of people are warm and kind.

They are always there and they never mind.

Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love

Here For You My Friend

The past you cannot forget or undo

The future is all we can look forward to.

&nbs

If I would Never Met You

 

If I'd never met you,

I wouldn't feel the pain

Of losing your swee