Without Her

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Losing The Best Part Of Me

I'm no longer whole

And sadly neither is he

We've been locked out by pain

YOOG KE VIHAAN

अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौरव-गान

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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand

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Her long black hair blowing in the wind

I slowly kiss her soft black skin

The way

Kuch Yaaden Dosti Ke Lamho Ki

 

 

Kuch yaadein hain un lamho ki,

 

jin lamho me

bana le apna shastar tu

tu khud ki khoj mein nikal

 

tu kis liye hataash hai

 

Abhi aaye abhi baithe abhi daman sambhala hai...

Abhi aaye abhi baithe abhi daman sambhala hai,,

Tumhari 'jaun' 'jaun' ne humara dam nikal

I Still Love You

Of all the things I've ever said,

Of all the tears I've ever shed,

Of all the thi

MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI

कोई आहट होती है ना,

तो लगता है जैसे �

mera tiranga rehne do

khub behti he ,

aman ki ganga behne do...

mat felao desh me danga rehne do....