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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Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her

banta mitta hua me

किशमिश सी जलती मस्तियाँ लपट- झपट उठता

Sometimes
Sometimes we see things that aren’t meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren’t always as they

Journey Of Life

Life is a long-distance journey

With ups and downs,

Twist and turns,

With

Deer And Beer

Look at that deer

Man I am craving a beer

He has a nice rack

It is enough

On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer

KISSI PED KI CHHAW ME

किसी पेड़ की छाँव में  किसी की राह त�

A Man in the jar

I once knew a man who lived in a jar.

For a stranger sight you'd have to go far.

I'm Getting Lonely

It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely

Wishing someone would sit down and hold me

From My Heart

A million stars up in the sky.

One shines brighter - I can't deny.

A love so prec