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| Kai baar maine socha
kya yahi pyar hai?
Apne dil se puchha
kya mujhe intazar hai?
Dil to kahta hai
mujhse baar baar
Pyar na sahi, par
kuchh to hai yaar!
Har waqt jo yeh
halchal si hoti hai
Dil main pal pal
aahat si hoti hai
Is halchal ko mai
kya naam du?
Is aahat ko sayad
pechan lu
Dil mai jo sailab
uthte hai bar bar
wo pyar na sahi...
par kuchh to hai yaar
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 22, Apr 2003 2:04:38 PM IST
CHANDANI RATH THI,WOH MERE SATH THI..!
HATH MAIN HATH THA ,PAIR MAIN PAIR THA..!
GALAT MUTH SAMAJO YARO WOH MERI CYCLE THA....!!!
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 22, Apr 2003 1:59:26 PM IST
I knew a sweet maiden with beautiful eyes, Long time ago
I have seen many eyes but no pair like hers - They haunt me so!
She lived on the field side in a mean little hut, Long time ago;
I lived on the hill side in a clean little house - And hence mine woe.
And never the sun arose, And never the sun set, Long time ago;
No matter what wheather - But found us together, And watched us grow.
Two children light-hearted with smiles we had parted, Long time ago;
of partings and pain, of life and its struggles, what could we know?
I am seated now lone on the steps we sat on, Long time ago -
of to see once again the beautiful eyes - That haunted me so!
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 17, Apr 2003 2:44:15 PM IST
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 11, Apr 2003 2:41:36 PM IST
Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
by Christopher Marlowe
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 11, Apr 2003 2:33:33 PM IST
When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever the years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder, thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk, chill on my brow,
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me...
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well..
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 11, Apr 2003 2:31:52 PM IST
poyi chichhu kottuko bae... :)))
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 11, Apr 2003 2:23:55 PM IST
Poo baeeee..
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 11, Apr 2003 2:20:27 PM IST
Walk With Me
Walk with me, the path of life,
to explore every bend of the road
Enjoy with me the beauty of life,
along its wonderful way
Find comfort with me, in each other's arms,
when grief crosses our path
Find strength with me, in each other's strength,
when despair lies in wait
Laugh with me, a single true laugh,
to enlighten another's distress
Cry with me, a single true tear,
to understand true happiness
Cherish with me, the wonders of life,
as they need to be preserved
Rejoice with me, in the mysteries,
of what is yet to be
Find peace with me, in each other's souls,
when the world has gone insane
Find love with me, in each other's hearts,
until this life has been fulfilled
And when the path comes to an end
I hope we can say from within
We've known the beauty of true love,
our love came from within
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 11, Apr 2003 2:05:15 PM IST
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but thee better after death.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning --
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 11, Apr 2003 1:55:00 PM IST
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