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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tujhko chhuna chahu me

तुमको छुले जो हवा उसे छूना चाहूँ मैं,

CHAND KO DEKHKAR

Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,

Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,

Kit

HAMNE GALE LAGAYA SUB KO

बहती जहाँ ज्ञान की धारावो भारत हमें ज

A Kind-Hearted Angel Friend

Your kindness has been blessed to me

From the stars above.

Your words all fill my

Friendzz..

Opposites

I say yes and you say no

I say bye and you say hello

Butterfly'

Forgive Me, My Friend

Forgive me, my friend,

If I ever ask about it,

The long-distance and parting,

Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the

Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the

Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha

Wo mile is kadar

A Tragic Bean Story

You told me not to fart mom,

so I didn't eat the beans.

You told me it would smel

MUSHKILEN ZARUR HAI

मुश्किलें जरुर है, मगर ठहरा नही हूं म�

sari duniya ek taraf hai

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