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'love: bohat bohat khatarnak bimari hai'
*Dedicated to all the drunkards of the potion of love*
*Open lamentations in all form are Welcome*
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
*Open lamentations in all form are Welcome*
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Comments on this journal
you are missing out on the magic known as "women" dude !
a hunk haveli!!!!! isnt my thing. im sure u understand
and labs, irfani and i dont have playpens .. mirroring the 'PlayBoy Mansion', we have our own 'Naseeb Hunk Haveli's' !
No no no.......dont even tempt me staj, mila or anyother female.
lol, labs i think irfans got a few things in his closet he rather keep hidden :P
give me a treehouse any day.. lekin zz kahan hai?
afaq, i want that virginia postcard please.. & thanks for letting me know she was real..
they call u daddy?
lol, hahaha. ive still to experience the magic, that are Pakistani girls.
Kind of a turn on (H)
they have natural tan. so i guess , we got something to be proud of?
hmmm........can i put my hand up for that?
who wants milk chalk??
shes so beautiul, i bought poscards of her from the british library yesterday, il give you one if u want :)
im trying to get some time free, so i can paint a huge portrait of her on my white wall....
lol, nicole kidman........she wasnt bad actually. I liked her work. but im glad tom chose penelope cruz, spanish women are alawys better
or somethin
Ive spent days in the english lit section, wondering thourgh novels, poetic books, classic lit. when i had comp. sci. work to do.
I think the english dept. ppl must have started a hate campaign against people like us.
but they forgot:
" WE ARE LOVERS, NOT FIGHTERS"
(Micheal Jackson and Paul Mcartney, 'The girl is mine')