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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TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI

Tum ho ek anmol angoothi

 

Ya phir uska koi nageena

 

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The man in the Jar

I once knew a man who lived in a jar,
for a stranger sight you'd have to go far.

I a

dosti ka wishwaas

prrem or tyaag ke dhage se juda hota hai,

ek vishwas dosti kaa!

duniyan ke sabhi

ishq hi khuda hai

To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,

Worthless Love

No stupid love song can describe how I feel

Sometimes the words other people say

My Careless Whisper

A sparkling flame uploading your name 

I had no time for a foolish game 

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What Your Friendship Means To Me

your friendship means the world to me

I've never met someone else like you

you me

Different Types Of Friends

We all have many types of friends,

And in our lives, they come and go.

But if we

Being With You

You bring the sunshine to my rain.

You give me love when I feel pain.