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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MUJHE APNA YAAR BANA LO

मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,

अपना अहसास बन

dosti kya hai

 

dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai 

dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha

Times Are Changing

We had our good days and we had our bad,

I thought I would never forget the times we had.

The Greatest Friend

You've been with me through rough and tough

Thick and thin, until the very end

&n

Wishes Don't Come True

I wish there were words to express how I feel,

But no words I see will do.

No wor

I Don't Sleep Because Of You

I don't go to sleep at night

because you haunt my dreams,

and waking up to find y

meri pyaari maa

मेरी प्यार माँ तू कितनी प्यारी है माँ

In Good Time...

Life can seem an endless maze,

The twists and turns, lulls and delays,

But things

Back To Strangers

We started as strangers.

We fell and became lovers.

We started with a, "Hi,"

Why Me Why You

why is it when I look in your eyes,

I see the love burning inside me.

why is it w