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Usi ne aaj bataya mujhe ke kaun hoon mein,

Woh jis ko aaj se pehle mein janta bhi na tha…

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Staring at the moon at night, so bright,

An emotion came over me last night?

Bringing all of my thoughts to you,

I thought our love is growing true..

When I closed my eyes yester night,

All my sorrows & worries took flight?

Endless thoughts ran through my head,

& the talks we had while lying on bed..

Without U life wud mean nothing 2 me,

Oh forever with you, I want to be?

Words can?t explain how much I love you,

You bring me smiles, overcome my blue..

Thinking of U constantly makes me smile,

I can?t forget U, oh not for even a while?

You?ve no idea what I?ve recieved from you,

The only person I want2 spend my life is wid U..

I love you Sweetie, with all my heart,

I know never in our lives we?ll be apart?

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All my dreams have

Withered and died.

For this is the truth

I can no longer hide.

I was left with nothing but

The thoughts in my head.

And the painful memories,

Of sorrow and dread.

I hear all the voices form

The mistakes that I’ve made.

All these regrets that

I have long age paid.

Pain dwells where

The eye cannot see.

A broken heart

A broken love

And a broken memory.

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your beauty is like a sunset on an ocean shore

u r everything i want, and much more

ur eyes twinkle like a star in the midnight sky

ur presence make me feel that i m flying high

your scent is like a sweetest rose

your beauty runs from ur head to your toes

your beauty takes my breaths away

your voice is so sweet no matter what u say

your beautiful face glisten and shine

your beauty makes me wish that u r mine

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<p style="text-align: center; "><span style="color:#b22222;">you will be there or you will not<br />

i will be here whenever i want<br />

how can i possibly forget u<br />

because i am glad to have a friend like you<br />

when i was lonely in this world<br />

i badly wanted to say a word<br />

how at that time i really missed you<br />

now i am glad to have a friend like [...]</span></p>

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you will be there or you will not

i will be here whenever i want

how can i possibly forget u

because i am glad to have a friend like you

when i was lonely in this world

i badly wanted to say a word

how at that time i really missed you

now i am glad to have a friend like [...]

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No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;

Am an attendant lord, one that will do

To swell a progress, start a scene or two

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;

At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—

Almost, at times, the Fool.

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By Amanda Bradley

Follow your dream.

Take one step at a time and don't settle for less,

Just continue to climb.

Follow your dream.

If you stumble, don't stop and lose sight of your goal

Press to the top.

For only on top can we see the whole view,

Can we see what we've done and what we can do;

Can we then have the vision to seek something new,

Press on.

Follow your dream.

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a legacy of dust was deepening.

I was reading a lot

between the dots.

You will get another master

I will get another pain.

In the maze of tunnels

a fear of fall snips.

A window becomes a man

unbuttoning the skin.

A body starts scratching

a secret.

The earthly sense warns

of a whiff of a stranger,

at the door in dark.

Like a ripe tear

I will not betray the eye –

in this grey hour.

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We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats' feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed

With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom

Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost

Violent souls, but only

As the hollow men

The stuffed men.

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Near to the door

he paused to stand

as he took his class ring

off her hand

all who were watching

did not speak as a silent tear

ran down his cheek

and through his mind

the memories ran

of the moments they walked

and ran in the sand hand and hand

but now her eyes were so terrible cold

for he would never again

have her to hold

they watched in silence

as he bent near

and whispered the words..

“I LOVE YOU” in her ear

he touched her face and started to cry

as he put on his ring and wanted to die

and just then the wind began to blow

as they lowered her casket

into the snow….

this is what happens

to man alive…..

when friends let friends….

drink and drive

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salama

i would love to post here

but there is some issue

the start new topic isnt showing

help please....

saadat tahir

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I want to hide myself

from rest of the world

and find myself a place

that’s just a quiet place

where nothing worries me

disasters are escaped

no fears anywhere

no matter at stake

where life runs smoothly

and heart is at peace

and wandering here n there

is not a problem to treat

the pace of life is at ease.

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William Ross Wallace (1819-1881)

THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS

THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD.

BLESSINGS on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mothers first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow—
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission,
Here upon our natal sod;
Keep—oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky—
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

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I'm sitting here mystified and numbed with pain

To lose someone so close, yet so far away.

Some say you can't lose something you never had.

If that's true, then how can I feel this sad?

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I'm sitting here mystified and numbed with pain

To lose someone so close, yet so far away.

Some say you can't lose something you never had.

If that's true, then how can I feel this sad?

ahan ...............nice

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