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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THODA SAMAJH LO

 

Thoda tum mujhe samajh lo, thoda main tumhe samjh lu! 

Aur kaaran is

A Poem About Time

Time is slow, time is fast.

It never stops, but it always lasts.

It's time for be

MUSALMAN MERE DESH MAIN

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My One, My Only Is You

For so long, I wished for the day.

The day that our love would find its way.

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I eat a balanced diet,
I do it day and night—
a pound of brownies on my left,
a po

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

Befikri ho chali

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Losing Touch

 

 It was about friendship

Changing perceptions, losing touch

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If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<

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