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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Intjar Karna Padta Hain

 

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

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A Tragic Bean Story

You told me not to fart mom,

so I didn't eat the beans.

You told me it would smel

Gam chupa hasta chl

ग़म छूपा हँसता चल

खुद को ही छलता चल �

Uski zaroorat rahegi

Dil mein dard hotho pe muskurahat ho

Aisa lage zindagi se koi shikayat na ho

Phir

AAG KI BHIKH

धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,

Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why you didn’t take an umbrella. Sister advise

My Bestest Friend

The distance between you and I
Is only a heartbeat away,
For you and I dwell in each ot

Secret Lover

I've never been the type to say what I feel

So basically I keep everything inside

AFSAANE KA DUKH OR SUKH

सुख-दुख के अफसाने का,

ये राज है सदा �

koi mujhe pehchanta hi nahi

 

aaj wo mera naam bhul gay unko shayad oata nahi ki me kon hun 

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