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Thursday, April 25, 2019

A walk to remember

A walk to remember


Love is sufferer, love is kind. 
It does now not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 
It isn't rude, it is not self-looking for. 
It isn't effectively angered, it keeps no report of wrongs. 
Love does now not pride in evil, but rejoices with the truth. 
It continually protects, at all times trusts, consistently hopes, continuously perseveres. 
Love under no circumstances fails

A walk to remember




Saturday, April 6, 2019

Love's Language

                        Love's Language

How does Love communicate?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by way of
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the mother or father to a sigh
for that reason doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven coronary heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand nonetheless and discomfort,
at the same time new emotions, like strange barges, make
along vein-channels their stressful direction;
still because the daybreak, and with the daybreak's swift force--
hence doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The unexpected silence and reserve when near--
the attention that glistens with an unshed tear--
the enjoyment that seems the counterpart of fear,
as the alarmed coronary heart leaps within the breast,
And is aware of, and names, and greets its godlike visitor--
as a result doth Love speak.

How does Love converse?
In the proud spirit immediately grown meek--
The haughty coronary heart grown humble; in the gentle
And unnamed gentle that floods the sector with attractiveness;
within the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair matters to one loved face;
within the shy touch of palms that thrill and tremble;
In appears and lips that can no more dissemble--
accordingly doth Love communicate.

How does Love speak?
Within the wild words that uttered appear so weak
They reduce ashamed in silence; within the hearth
look strikes with glance, swift flashing excessive and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
within the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps by way of throbbing veins,
Between the shores of eager delights and pains;
within the include the place madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
therefore doth Love speak.

Love's Language


Silence Is Golden

                      Silence Is Golden

It isn't your dialog
That keeps me entertained 
however rather the way you appear at me 
That makes me believe sustained
it's the curve of your lips
And the curl of your hair
T'is all of the little matters
That make me stop and stare

it's not your intelligence
That drew me almost you
it isn't your experience of humour 
That has thrown me all askew
it can be the touch of your hand 
And the thoughts to your head
T'is all the little things
The things that do not get mentioned 

it's now not your vivid historical past 
that is made me fall in love
it is no longer your comprehension
Of the arena or what's above
it is your gentle temperament
And the way in which you smile at me
T'is all the little matters
That make me wish to see

it's not when we are speaking
That I wish to be aware of some more
it is not at the same time you teach me 
I gain knowledge of what i'm watching for
it's the time we spend on my own
And the time in utter silence
T'is all of the little matters
That kind a powerful alliance

it is not the job you work so rough
That shows your genuine commitment
it is not your loopy habits 
That provide me excellent fulfillment
it is the manner you use your palms
And the way in which i have been chosen
T'is the entire little matters
Why i do know silence is golden

Silence Is Golden

Baby When You Hold Me

            Baby When You Hold Me

Baby when you preserve me, my emotions makes it clear, 
just how a lot you mean to me even as we are laying here, 
I take heed to your coronary heart-beat in rhythm with my possess, 
With each pound that warming sound, 
continues me reliable with love you will have shown. 

Child when you touch me, with fingers so tender but robust, 
You wrap me for your heat embrace, just the place I belong, 
You hold me shut and comfort me all by way of-out the night time, 
except you open up your eyes to first signs of sunlight hours. 

Youngster when you kiss me before you start your day, 
The happiness you bring my heart, no phrases can ever say, 
you are making my life so gorgeous, individual, and new, 
you are my hopes and desires, you are my everything, 
i am so in love with you.


Baby When You Hold Me


If I Thought

                          If I Thought

          Poem About The Love I Have For My Best Friend

It is a poem written for and dedicated to my best friend. I like him with all my coronary heart and soul and could not have requested for a better friend.

                        If I Thought

If I proposal for just one moment that this is able to be my last breath, 
i'd tell you i'm going to love you perpetually, even past loss of life.
If I concept for only one moment that your face may be the last i might see, 
i might take one million graphics and save them only for me.
If I idea for only one moment that your voice may be the last i might hear,
i might listen attentively and promise to not shed a tear.
If I proposal for just one moment that your touch would be the final i'd suppose, 
i might include you and comprehend that this has all been real.
If I suggestion for only one moment that my coronary heart would beat its final beat, 
i would thank the Lord for permitting us to fulfill.

If I Thought


Let Me

                                 Let Me

Let me handle your broken heart
and show you how you can fly.
Let me keep you gently with the aid of the hand
and kiss your tears goodbye.

Let me lead you to day after today's light
and out of unnecessary rain,
'motive all i would like right now
is to peer you smile again.

Let me sing you the entire songs I wrote
'til you sleep in my embody,
and i'm going to hold you secure and heat except
the sunlight strokes your face.

Let me carry you up the mountain's top,
and i will help you contact the skies
to remind you of the force I see
after I look into your eyes.

Let me kiss and exhibit you what is love
and the happiness it brings.
You can sail again like a butterfly
endowed with beautiful wings.

Let me do all these to mean you can see
our fates are intertwined.
You are the unintentional useful gem
I've waited long to find.

The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
They knew we each belong
to one another like words and beautiful notes
give existence to each tune.

So fly with me, my beautiful one.
It's time we go away the earlier.
I'm yours to hold, and you are mine.
We're ultimately house at last.



Thursday, December 20, 2018

Azab-e-danish-e-hazir se ba-KHabar

Azab-e-danish-e-hazir se ba-KHabar

KHudi ho ilm se mohkam to ghairat-e-jibril
Agar ho ishq se mohkam to sur-e-israfil

Azab-e-danish-e-hazir se ba-KHabar hun main
Ke main is aag mein Dala gaya hun misl-e-KHalil

Fareb-KHurda-e-manzil hai karwan warna
Zyyaada rahat-e-manzil se hai nashat-e-rahil

Nazar nahin to mere halqa-e-suKHan mein na baiTh
Ke nukta-ha-e-KHudi hain misal-e-tegh-e-asil

Mujhe wo dars-e-farng aaj yaad aate hain
Kahan huzur ki lazzat kahan hijab-e-dalil

Andheri shab hai juda apne qafile se hai tu
Tere liye hai mera shola-e-nawa qindil

Gharib o sada o rangin hai dastan-e-haram
Nihayat is ki husain ibtida hai ismail


Azab-e-danish-e-hazir se ba-KHabar


A walk to remember

A walk to remember Love is sufferer, love is kind.  It does now not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It isn't rude,...