karte hain telephone..is no. pe hum..
isko bus engage hi paate hain..
puchte hain tab hum arbaab(owner)
telephone se..
kyon koi patta udhar hilta nahi..
kyon mere dil ka kanwal khilta nahi..
us taraf se tab yahi milta hai jawab..
doosron se baat beshaq kijiye..
khud se milne ki na koshish kijiye..
anynomous..
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Footprints in time...
Footprints In Time
Two young lovers, Walking on the sand,
Gazing at each other, Talking hand in hand,
The prints they leave behind them,
Marking memories of the past,
The long beach laid before them,
Hoping love will last,
The ocean captures the footprints,
And erases them from the shore,
Taking with it remembrances,
And leaving them with more,
Many years have passed,
Time flies when you're having fun,
And before you know it innocence fades,
And the teen years are done,
Now she's back on the beach,
Except she is alone,
Watching and waiting,
For the love that hadn't grown,
She walks along the ocean,
Two footprints, not four,
Wondering where the laughter went,
Why he didn't love her more,
Then she stops to sit,
And draws his name in the sand,
A celestial stranger comes along,
And reaches out a hand,
Hesitantly she takes it,
And he listens to her cries,
He's been there before,
He's heard many lies,
They decide to walk,
And she follows, not knowing why,
Love will always be reborn again,
Even if it may die,
She is more cautious than before,
And as she looks back at the footprints,
She smiles seeing not two, but four,
This time will be different,
Her heart trying to say,
Something magical happened,
She felt it the first day,
Something clicked when they touched,
A jolt from inside,
She knew he'd be there always,
If she had something to confide,
Now here it is twenty years later,
And his love for her,
Is now even greater,
He looks at her like the first time they met,
And despite all the years gone by,
They can never forget,
Those four special footprints,
That are never washed away,
Two young lovers, Walking on the sand,
Gazing at each other, Talking hand in hand,
The prints they leave behind them,
Marking memories of the past,
The long beach laid before them,
Hoping love will last,
The ocean captures the footprints,
And erases them from the shore,
Taking with it remembrances,
And leaving them with more,
Many years have passed,
Time flies when you're having fun,
And before you know it innocence fades,
And the teen years are done,
Now she's back on the beach,
Except she is alone,
Watching and waiting,
For the love that hadn't grown,
She walks along the ocean,
Two footprints, not four,
Wondering where the laughter went,
Why he didn't love her more,
Then she stops to sit,
And draws his name in the sand,
A celestial stranger comes along,
And reaches out a hand,
Hesitantly she takes it,
And he listens to her cries,
He's been there before,
He's heard many lies,
They decide to walk,
And she follows, not knowing why,
Love will always be reborn again,
Even if it may die,
She is more cautious than before,
And as she looks back at the footprints,
She smiles seeing not two, but four,
This time will be different,
Her heart trying to say,
Something magical happened,
She felt it the first day,
Something clicked when they touched,
A jolt from inside,
She knew he'd be there always,
If she had something to confide,
Now here it is twenty years later,
And his love for her,
Is now even greater,
He looks at her like the first time they met,
And despite all the years gone by,
They can never forget,
Those four special footprints,
That are never washed away,
How does love speak...
How does Love speak In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye -The smile that proves the parent of a sigh Thus doth Love speak.How does Love speak By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache While new emotions, like strange barges, make Along vein-channels their disturbing course,Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force thus doth Love speak.How does Love speakIn the avoidance of that which we seek The sudden silence and reserve when near; The eye that glistens with an unshed tear; The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,As the alarmed heart leads in the breast,And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guestThus doth Love speak.How does Love speak In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek,The haughty heart grown humble; in the tenderAnd unnamed light that floods the world with splendour; In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace In all fair things to one beloved face; In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble; In looks and lips that can no more dissemble Thus doth Love speak.How does Love speak In wild words that uttered seem so weak They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fireGlance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, Like lightnings that precede the mighty stormIn the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,Impassioned tide that sweeps thro' throbbing veins,Between the shores of keen delights and pains;In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,And in the convulsive rapture of a kissThus doth Love speak.
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