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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I Am Alone

I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

Love Sits On My Shoulder

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

It tells me how you love me and the word

Finding Hope

I've always viewed life from the sidelines,

Just watching it passing me by.

In th

Lovely Eyed Guy

your eyes are so dreamy

your lips are so soft

your body is so lovely

why

azadi hum hargiz hata nahi sakte

अपनी आज़ादी को हम हरगिज़ मिटा सकते नह

Tears Of Love

Tears of pain run down my cheek,

wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.

Tears

pyaar fir se hone laga

 

सपने लेने छोड़ दिया था, लगा था तनà¤

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja

The Tyrants
The tyrants are on the loose again;
They hate all but their own.
They give their lives to kill

Goodbye To You

  I thought you were so cool.

  Boy, I was wrong.

  I feel like su