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

Friend
Friend

You and I are friends
You laugh, I laugh
You cry, I cry

You scream, I scr

Remeber When

Remember when we first did meet,

our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.

Remember

EK BAAR HIMAT JUTAYA BHI

एक बार हिम्मत जुटाया भी

लेकिन मात �

Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thor

zindagi bahut chhoti si hai achhe se ji lo

kabhi kabhi kuchh chizen apni man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiy

kunki ye zindgi b

laga jese me khud ko mill gayi

Haan pata tha mujhko dobara usi raste jaa rahi hoon jahan ghum bahut hain

Par gam ki kya

Road To Nowhere

I like to blaze new trails

on the road to nowhere.

On a journey through time,

Playing Dodgeball

So much thrown at me,

And up against a wall

I feel like I've spent my life,

nakam koshish ki

Green Colour

Green is so important

Because we see it all around

It's up very high on the trees