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

The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai

Dil ko kisi ki aas nahi

दिल को किसी की आस नहीं है,

आंखों मे�

CHOT KHA KAR BAITHE HAI

जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<

What I Want
I Am Powerful! Whatever I set my mind on having, I will have. Whatever I decide to be, I will be.

TERE BALAK NADAAN

हे तीन रंग का तेरा परिधान हम हैं तेरे �

Tum mere ho ...

Akkar Bakkar bambay bO

Kuch B hO tum, Mere hO ^_^

KYA YEH ZARURI HAI

क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में

CHUN CHUN KAR

मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,

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SURAJ KI FRIENDSHIP

SURAJ-KYA KHABAR TUMAKO DOSTI KYA H 

      YAI ROSHNI BHI H OR ANDHER

My World..

Love. Is that what I crave?

If it is, then why can't I find it?

Hate. Does that m