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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Be Proud Of Who You Are

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.

I am who I am, from my head to my toes.

MUJHE APNA YAAR BANA LO

मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,

अपना अहसास बन

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

Remeber When

Remember when we first did meet,

our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.

Remember

Daydreaming

The first time we ever met

Your name was all I knew

But as we got to know each ot

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

He Is Hurting Too

He's tired of the pain.

He's tired of every lie.

He's tired of the countless nigh

Enough Hurting Those Who Love You

Wondering why you have so much hate

Before you see it will be too late

Trying to

Will You Ever
I don't think you will
Ever fully understand
How you've touched my life and made me who I am

Where Were You

When you needed me I was there for you

I let you cry on me

I let you talk to me