But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws So much, as when we call our old debts in At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, And find a deuced balance with the devil.
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
Lady Doctor Se Bolti Hai: “Dr Saab, Koi Aisi Dawayi Dijiye, Jisse Mere Pati Ka Pathar Se Jyada Sakht Ho Jaye”
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Dr. Ne Ek Gehra Saans Liya Aur Kuch Soch Ke Bola: “Aapko Sirf Ch*dw3na Hai, Ya Masala Bhi Piswana Hai“
By - ANIL
10 years ago
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The map isn't always the territory, and you have to kind of walk through it to get a feel for it.
You've got to be brave and you've got to be bold. Brave enough to take your chance on your own discrimination, what's right and what's wrong, what's good and what's bad.
Jab zindagi samaj aaye toh zindagi se dur the hum,
marna chahte the par jeene ko majbur the hum,
har saza kabhul ki humne sar jhukakar kasur itna tha ke bekasur the hum….
Insan do cheezo se hamesha harta hai,
1.Waqt
2.Pyar
dono zindagi me khas hote hai,
kyonki "waqt" kisi ka nahi hota,
aur "pyar" har kisi se nahi hota hai..
Both friends will think the other is busy & will not contact,
Thinking it may be disturbing.
As time passes both will think; let the other c0ntact.
After that each will think why should i contact 1st.
Here your love will be converted into hate.
You will eventually forget eac
Girlfriend : Would You Like To See
Magic..??
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Boyfriend : Ofcourse sweetheart..!!
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Girlfriend : "WHOOSHH"
You Are Single Now..!!
Chal Bye, Phut Le Ab..!! ;) :P :D
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
The artist draws a picture of a rose very nicely with all attention and artistic sense, and yet it does not become as perfect as the real rose. If that is the real fact, how can we say that the real rose has taken its shape without Intelligence behind the beauty?
Gabbar:Thakur ye mobile humko de de
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Thakur:Dekh yr hath-pair ka mazak thik h,
Mobile se majak masti nhi,
Facebok chalu h or Bsnti online he. . !
10 years ago
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.