When You Are Old
Posted on
16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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MUJHE APNA YAAR BANA LO
मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,
अपना अहसास बन
dosti kya hai
dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai
dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha
Times Are Changing
We had our good days and we had our bad,
I thought I would never forget the times we had.
The Greatest Friend
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
&n
Wishes Don't Come True
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I Don't Sleep Because Of You
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
meri pyaari maa
मेरी प्यार माँ तू कितनी प्यारी है माँ
In Good Time...
Life can seem an endless maze,
The twists and turns, lulls and delays,
But things
Back To Strangers
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
Why Me Why You
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w