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kis se Darte ho ki sab log tumhārī hī tarah ek se haiñ vahī āñkheñ vahī chehre vahī dil kis pe shak karte ho jitne bhī musāfir haiñ yahāñ ek hī sab kā qabīla vahī paikar vahī gil ham to

main aur tu

roz jab dhuup pahāḌoñ se utarne lagtī koī ghaTtā huā baḌhtā huā bekal saaya ek dīvār se kahtā ki mire saath chalo aur zanjīr-e-rifāqat se gurezāñ dīvār apne pindār ke nashshe meñ sadā istāda ḳhvāhish-e-hamdam-e-derīna pe hañs detī thī kaun


hamārī chāhatoñ kī buz-dilī thī varna kyā hotā agar ye shauq ke mazmūñ vafā ke ahd-nāme aur diloñ ke marsiye ik dūsre ke naam kar dete ziyāda se ziyāda chāhateñ bad-nām ho jātīñ hamārī dostī kī dāstāneñ aam ho jātīñ


huzūr aap aur nisf shab mire makān par huzūr kī tamām-tar balā.eñ merī jaan par huzūr ḳhairiyat to hai huzūr kyuuñ ḳhamosh haiñ huzūr boliye ki vasvase vabāl-e-hosh haiñ huzūr hoñT is tarah se kapkapā rahe haiñ kyuuñ huzūr aap

abhi hum KHub-surat hain

abhī ham ḳhūb-sūrat haiñ hamāre jism aurāq-e-ḳhizānī ho ga.e haiñ aur ridā-e-zaḳhm se ārāsta haiñ phir bhī dekho to hamārī ḳhush-numā.ī par koī harf aur kashīda-qāmtī meñ ḳham nahīñ aayā hamāre hoñT zahrīlī rutoñ se kāsnī haiñ aur chehre ratjagoñ


ai dil un āñkhoñ par na jā jin meñ vafūr-e-rañj se kuchh der ko tere liye aañsū agar lahrā ga.e ye chand lamhoñ kī chamak jo tujh ko pāgal kar ga.ī in jugnuoñ ke nuur se chamkī hai kab vo




Mending Wall – Poem by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,And spills the upper boulders in the sun;And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.The work of hunters is another thing:I have come after them and made repairWhere they have left not one stone on a stone,But they would have the rabbit out

A Patch Of Old Snow – Poem by Robert Frost

There’s a patch of old snow in a cornerThat I should have guessedWas a blow-away paper the rainHad brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as ifSmall print overspread it,The news of a day I’ve forgotten —If I ever read it.

Desert Places – Poem by Robert Frost

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fastIn a field I looked into going past,And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it – it is theirs.All animals are smothered in their lairs.I am too absent-spirited to count;The loneliness includes me unawares. And

Fireflies In The Garden – Poem by Robert Frost

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,And here on earth come emulating flies,That though they never equal stars in size,(And they were never really stars at heart)Achieve at times a very star-like start.Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.

Bereft – Poem by Robert Frost

Where had I heard this wind beforeChange like this to a deeper roar?What would it take my standing there for,Holding open a restive door,Looking down hill to a frothy shore?Summer was past and the day was past.Sombre clouds in the west were massed.Out on the porch’s sagging floor,Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,Blindly

An Old Man’s Winter Night – Poem by Robert Frost

All out of doors looked darkly in at himThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.What kept his eyes from giving back the gazeWas the lamp tilted near them in his hand.What kept him from remembering what it wasThat brought him to that creaking room was age.He stood

English Poets

Inner Reflections

Never have I told myselfLife is but milk and roses.I daren’t dreamOf what’s not real. But can’t I hope thatNothing’s impossible?Is it just me oris this earth round? ‘Cause it seems to haveNo end where we can hault.Terror always seems eternalBut bliss a mere mirage. Tell me, My Beloved, this.Is there really an answer?Or is


I gaze out of the windowYet I do not see anything.My eyes are flooded withBitter tears of sorrow. Time is said to be a healerBut it heaped coals on my head.Fate buried me underThe dead leaves of trials. Death stared me in my face.It came closer to me than everI was muted by everything around.No


Welcome, my friend, to the worldOf sorrowStrife is your way and lifeYour school.You’ll find two teachersBoth pain and love.Pain will teach you forbearanceAnd love, selflessnessWith the sweat of your face,Must you live.With sorrow must youPass your lifeYou will find no eternal lifeNor will your short lifeHeavenlyDeath is a bitter necessityDust thou art and to dustWill

My Perfect Dream

Within the reach of my handsLay the desire of my heart I was intoxicated byHis amazing beautyAnd glorious face The fire in his eyesHeld me its captive foreverAnd grabbed me closer to him I melted into marrowWhen I heard him speakThe words he spoke were likeHoney dripping down his lipsHis smile, his laughter,And everything about

I’M There

Hey little one, I love you soThere’s something I’ll tell you. When I look at you andYour childish ways,I’m constantly reminded ofMy innocent childhood. How I once wasFree and thoughtless.I didn’t knowThe cares of the world. The way you prance about,The way you skip and dance,The way you chatter ceaselesslyBrings tears to my eyes. One

One More Chance

One day in a yearI met you andThen started myNever ending woes. I never chose you.You were imposed on meBy those who should’veProtected me from dangers. Regrets after regretsmade my days.You had an innocent twinYet I was left with you. And one day you were accusedOf a terrible crime and IConfronted like I should. Bruises,