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

Other poetry

Your Path, My Heartbreak

You are blinded by shame

For all you have done

It hurts me so bad

That I

My Careless Whisper

A sparkling flame uploading your name 

I had no time for a foolish game 

<

Heartbroken..

You broke my heart

And won't repair it

You took my love

and won't give it

ZAMANE SE LAD KAR

Teri Palko Ki Chaow Me Hi Guzre Meri Raate...

Tujhse Hi Shuru Ho Tujh Pe Hi Khtam Ho Meri

To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?

Nobody's Perfect, Right?

I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.

I ruined a relationship by going off on

Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_

Bhut log juda hote h,

ek tum bhi shi...

Ab itni si baat pe,

kya jeena cho

A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <

Ask Me....

Do I love you?

Look into my eyes.

The shine you see is the light of my soul.

If I Were Her Lover
I

If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gat