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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JHANDA LEHRATA RAHE YAHI ORIT RE

गली गली में बजते देखे आज़ादी के गीत रे |

I Don't Know Why

Sometimes life is hard, and there is so much I still don't understand.

I feel alone and a

I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes,

tumhare naam ki mehndi

Tere naam ki mehendi sajai maine hatho mei

Tujhko chupaya maine apni sanso mei

Ch

A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see

Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings

Never judge the situation by the appearance

But by the Creator, who has your best interes

AANKHON ME NAZAR AATA HAI

तेरी आँखों में नज़र आता है स्वप्न मेरा

KITABON MAI

Na Jane Saloon Baad Kaisa Sama Hoga,
Friendship
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love