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/In Memoriam/


I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold:
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.



- Alfred Tennyson

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याद है पहले रोज़ कहा था

फिर न कहना ग़लती दिल की
प्यार समझ के करना लड़की
प्यार निभाना होता है
फिर पार लगाना होता है

याद है पहले रोज़ कहा था
साथ चलो तो पूरे सफ़र तक
मर जाने की अगली ख़बर तक
समझो यार ख़ुदा तक होगा
सारा प्यार वफ़ा तक होगा
फिर ये बंधन तोड़ न जाना
छोड़ गए तो फिर न आना
छोड़ दिया जो तेरा नहीं है
चला गया जो मेरा नहीं है

-- खलील उर रहमान कामर

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You are the sun that seeped in my broken veins and bring me to the very rush of warmth when all but clutches of despair rooted me in the abyss of dark,
You fluttered those magnificent wings of light and asked to come with you to soar in clear heavens of freedom.

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Often I find you in dreams,
Some days, you sit at distance and watch
and some moments pass
As gradually the air smells mystic
And so does your gaze , hold(ing) me as if to urge
to sit on that worn acacia bench
And then do I dare look in your eyes,
And have not you just seized all the world of
The hues of golds and greens and browns in
those scintillating orbs,
And then does my mind lose equilibrium again
And freefall drive me again
Through the oceans that is your eyes.

But, You see, Its a dream
And so do I wake up
to the realities that are bleak,
But not the blend of gold and green and brown.

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Some dreams aren't supposed to turn
and walk with you at dawn
and take your hand and embrace,
As if early summer warms and kiss a blush to you.

You are not to walk the mirror of Pacific
or think of Thames as your runway,
Neither are you to jump amd taste Fuji's bright lolly.

Sometimes, dreams are too good,
Some dreams are too good..to be true
and you are just a child of fate with a dream,
A dream that's a dream with vivid hues and
blurry face whom with
You get to walk and strive and dive and run and sit and talk to him,
And a distant Tick-Tock Tick-Tock can be heard;
He comes to hold your hands
And then ring-ring 6:00 a.m. snatch u away.

So I say it again-
Some dreams are too good to be true.

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Caption mein aa(~_^)

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Happy birthday

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Maybe it might have been an ease,
A simple life to live,
Of having you for numbered moments.
Perhaps, you in my arms
Or just growing within me
And then you leave
Making me barren,
Much lifeless
Than just a 'd r e a m' of ever having you.

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