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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kya pata hai tumhen

Kya pta hai tujhe?

ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,

mere hontho par bikhari mus

Wishes Don't Come True

I wish there were words to express how I feel,

But no words I see will do.

No wor

AADMI
AAM ADMI ROJ EK NAYA SAPNA DEKHTA HAI AAM ADMI JAB PRAT KI BELA MAI SURAJ KI KIRNE, OS

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There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.

When you see that girl it's such a rush.

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In Loving Memory
On every soldier’s tombstone
should be a message of honor, respect and love:
"In loving memo

Womens In My Life

I was born,
a woman was there to hold me.......... my mother

I grew as a child

Save Me
You can't stop it
I'm going to die
Too young
Too wise
No freedom
No speech
Without

Be The Best Of Whatever You Are

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

 Be a scrub in the valley — but

ZAMANE SE LAD KAR

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

Tujhse Hi Shuru Ho Tujh Pe Hi Khtam Ho Meri

My Crush....

I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.

My hands begin to shake whenever she walks