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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PYAAR EK SHABAD BHARA

प्यार, एक शब्द भर होता

तो पोंछ देती

What I Love About You

The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,

Your breath on my neck

Our Love Is True

In the night

I hear your voice,

but try to fight

to keep my noise.

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ye bhi koi jiwan hai

वह देश, देश क्या है,  जिसमेंलेते हों �

Love? No. Fate? I Think So

I knew the day we met

That we were meant to be.

I knew our fate was set,

In Loving Memory
On every soldier’s tombstone
should be a message of honor, respect and love:
"In loving memo

Teenage Princess

I know how it is to need money--

As much as I can get;

My teenager goes to the ma

Keeping The Promises

Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?

The promise to be there for

Riwaaj yahi h duniya ka...

Riwaaj to yahi hai duniya ka mil jana bichhar jana,
Tum se ye kaisa rishta hai na milte ho

Thank God For Plumbers

Two old friends met on the street,

Hadn't talked in many a year;

"How's your fami