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hi
sweet frnd.
Kya hal h ap ka ?
Koe to mila apna ham nam .
NAZ shoq sy rkha h ya pyar sy .
sweet frnd.
Kya hal h ap ka ?
Koe to mila apna ham nam .
NAZ shoq sy rkha h ya pyar sy .
hii naaz i m yusuf frm kanpur plz nd this my no 08090828260 plz call me i wanna frndship with u
naaz is that u r name....strange... ? well why did u accept my frndsip?
frst u hav beautiful face
frst u hav beautiful face
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
Ek Jahan Maanga Tha Jisme Bahot Saara Pyar Mile,
Magar De Diya Mehkhana Jahan BahotSaari Sharab Thi
Ek Kandha Maanga Tha Jiska Mujhe Sahara Mile,
Magar De Di Zindagi Jahan Duniya Bhar Ki Tanhai Thi…
Magar De Diya Mehkhana Jahan BahotSaari Sharab Thi
Ek Kandha Maanga Tha Jiska Mujhe Sahara Mile,
Magar De Di Zindagi Jahan Duniya Bhar Ki Tanhai Thi…
We Are Made One with What We
Touch and See
by Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the
supreme air,
We are made one with what we
touch and see,
With our heart's blood each
crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring-
impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest
beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life
is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of
diastole
One grand great life throbs
through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single
Being roll
From nerve-less germ to man, for
we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast
and hill,
One with the things that prey on
us, and one with what we kill. . . .
One sacrament are consecrate,
the earth
Not we alone hath passions
hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake
for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not
less real
Than we do, when in some
fresh-blossoming wood
We draw the spring into our
hearts, and feel that life is
good. . . .
Is the light vanished from our
golden sun,
Or is this daedal-fashioned earth
less fair,
That we are nature's heritors,
and one
With every pulse of life that beats
the air?
Rather new suns across the sky
shall pass,
New splendour come unto the
flower, new glory to the grass.
And we two lovers shall not sit
afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous
sea
Shall be our raiment, and the
bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure!
We shall be
Part of the mighty universal
whole,
And through all Aeons mix and
mingle with the Kosmic Soul!
We shall be notes in that great
Symphony
Whose cadence circles through
the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing
heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy
creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we
shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our
Immortality!
Touch and See
by Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the
supreme air,
We are made one with what we
touch and see,
With our heart's blood each
crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring-
impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest
beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life
is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of
diastole
One grand great life throbs
through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single
Being roll
From nerve-less germ to man, for
we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast
and hill,
One with the things that prey on
us, and one with what we kill. . . .
One sacrament are consecrate,
the earth
Not we alone hath passions
hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake
for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not
less real
Than we do, when in some
fresh-blossoming wood
We draw the spring into our
hearts, and feel that life is
good. . . .
Is the light vanished from our
golden sun,
Or is this daedal-fashioned earth
less fair,
That we are nature's heritors,
and one
With every pulse of life that beats
the air?
Rather new suns across the sky
shall pass,
New splendour come unto the
flower, new glory to the grass.
And we two lovers shall not sit
afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous
sea
Shall be our raiment, and the
bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure!
We shall be
Part of the mighty universal
whole,
And through all Aeons mix and
mingle with the Kosmic Soul!
We shall be notes in that great
Symphony
Whose cadence circles through
the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing
heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy
creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we
shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our
Immortality!
Suna hai ki jab wo maayus hote H..
to hame bahut yaad karte H..
Tu hi bata,
=Aye DOST=
Ab dua uski khushi ki karu,
ya maayusi ki..
_g.m.
to hame bahut yaad karte H..
Tu hi bata,
=Aye DOST=
Ab dua uski khushi ki karu,
ya maayusi ki..
_g.m.
