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

chhoti se chhoti galti

sadeav apni chhoti se chhoti 

galtiyon se bachne ki koshish karen

kunki ek g

In Jesus I Abide

No matter what happens in my life,

Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,

Whatever befalls

HAR SHAYRI ME AOKA NAM

um jo kahte hume

Hum jaan laga dete

Aangan aapka sajane

Hum sara aasman s

Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why you didn’t take an umbrella. Sister advise

kuchh rasto par kadam rakh kar

kuch rasto par kadam rakh kar bhi 

meri ruh unhe pehchaanti nahi

tum puch

rishtey ko sawaar lete hai

Suno…. Suno na! Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle.. 

Aur badalke is rishte ko dh

A Gift For You
I was thinking today about the blessing of Friendship.
With this mind I stopped and bought a gif

The Life....

 

Life is curved

in the shape of a flower,

a curved trajectory

O, My Friend
O, my friend,
What fitting word can I say?
You, my chum,
My companion of infinite talks,

KATTAR LAGAYE BAITHE HAIN

Bas chalta ja tu sahi dagar,

Or peeche kabhi na mudna tu.

Jab pahuchega tu manzil