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 HAI ZINDGI

शून्य में निहारते आसमान को देख कर भूल

The Reasons I Love

Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,

When I see you wal

ruthe huye yaar ko manau

Socha tha k apne ruthe huye yar ko manau

Ja ke uske daman mein toot kar bikhar jaau

Being With You

You bring the sunshine to my rain.

You give me love when I feel pain.

 

Until' The End
this lazy hand
supposed to be writing
a poem of love
that is never ending

a bright

KHUDA UNKO BAKSH DETA HAI

Kya khub likha hai kisi ne Kya khub

 likha hai kisi ne, bakhsh deta hai

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AANKHE JAGA NAHI KARTI

चूड़ियों के बीच तेरी गुस्से भरी आवाज

Dosti kya hai

क्या खबर तुमको दोस्ती क्या हैं

ये �

My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me

Did I tell you I love you?

Did I tell you I care?

Did I tell you I'm happy

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