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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HUM APNA RAQT CHADHATE HAI

अपना तन-मन-धन-जन-जीवन

माता को अर्पण

A Man in the jar

I once knew a man who lived in a jar.

For a stranger sight you'd have to go far.

Dar Kar Nahi Rehna Hain

 

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखा�

Happy Birthday, Sister

Once a year we celebrate

with stupid hats and plastic plates

the fact that you we

I Am Alone

I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

My Lonely Show

A little bit angry through the years,

A whole lot lonely through my tears.

A wond

Friendship
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love

khud se jada bharosa

राजीव: ऐ दिल तू क्यों रोता है…!!!

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DESH HAMARA HAI

इस देश की मिट्टी में

धर्म फूले फले

If You Believe Than Achieve

When you proceed,

Some will say it can't be done

And that there is no need

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