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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How And When

We are often greatly bothered

By two fussy little men,

Who sometimes block our pa

TUM SE MILNE AAYI HUN

क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,

Finding Peace

Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.

It never leaves me in day or dark.

Combat ch

Through Forever

When our eyes met

for the very first time,

I knew it was you

to clear my

Love Sits On My Shoulder

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

It tells me how you love me and the word

Teri hasrat mere dil mai yun bs gai...

Teri hasrat mere dil me yun bass gai he,
Jaisey ek Andhey ko hasrat aankhon Ki...

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their sile

veero ka safar

देख तेरा हौसला बुलंद अपार

 

तन

Brain Food

Last night at dinner we had some fish,

and though I tried, I did not finish.

My m

HUM HINDUSTANI HAI

De Salaami Iss Tirange Ko,

Jis Se Teri Shaan Hai,

Sar Hamesha Uncha Rakhna Iska,<