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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Tamanna adhuri

Meri har tamanna adhuri thi tujhe pane se pahle

En tamanno ko aaj jine ki bajah likh

CHEN SE SO GAYA
Dusro ki baaton me log yuhi kho gaye Humne shuru kiya batana  To kisse galat ho gaye Hum

Today I Was...

Monday I was angry with the sun.

It was always in my eyes - no fun.

Tuesday I was

teri yaad juda hoi

tu juda hoyo par teri yaad juda naa hoi

saath tere mujhe rehna hai 

tu is mo

You Will Never See Me Fall

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

Live Life To Fullest

Life is like an old house; it gets used,

worn-out and old.

Then it's time to move

Love me like you mean it

Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning 

And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold bea

My Sleeping Angel

my sleeping angel

I opened my eyes and saw an angel

I took his hand and he lead m

Life
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of

You're My Forever

You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.

You're my soul mate, you're