It was something like instead of saying I miss you..they say something is missing form me...or something like that.nope i used to know french but forgot when igcse startedtell meeeeh
I ruined it. >.<
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Poetry! =P
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I ruined it. >.<
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ohh yes it was so beautiful it was something like "je moques et tui or something" i forgot
I forgot. XDohh yes it was so beautiful it was something like "je moques et tui or something" i forgot
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Google translator kis liye hay ?
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Mujhay Hukum Huwa Kuch Aur Maang Us K Siwaa,,,,,
Main Dast-e-Dua Sy Uth Gia K Mujhy Justju Nahi Kisi Or Ki.!
Main Dast-e-Dua Sy Uth Gia K Mujhy Justju Nahi Kisi Or Ki.!
Forget the past.
It’s just a dream you keep alive by dreaming
A balloon that wants to hit the ground and burst
But which you keep afloat by thinking.
The past is only a tail
You keep dragging behind you
Collecting dust and dirt
Until it’s so heavy with bitterness and regret
It stops you moving forward.
You don’t have to sit there and watch
While the scenes of your past play back
The tragi-comedy of your life
Simmering with hurt and envy
Shuddering with embarrassment
Stabbing yourself with pangs of regret.
There is no past
There are only memories of events
And every memory is refracted through
A hall of mental mirrors
Until whatever once was true
Dissipates and disappears
Like vapour trails fading in the sky.
So cut the tail, and cut the tale
Turn the mental projector off
Don’t strain your eyes trying to see through the fog
When the panorama of the present stretches
Clear and bright around you.
It’s just a dream you keep alive by dreaming
A balloon that wants to hit the ground and burst
But which you keep afloat by thinking.
The past is only a tail
You keep dragging behind you
Collecting dust and dirt
Until it’s so heavy with bitterness and regret
It stops you moving forward.
You don’t have to sit there and watch
While the scenes of your past play back
The tragi-comedy of your life
Simmering with hurt and envy
Shuddering with embarrassment
Stabbing yourself with pangs of regret.
There is no past
There are only memories of events
And every memory is refracted through
A hall of mental mirrors
Until whatever once was true
Dissipates and disappears
Like vapour trails fading in the sky.
So cut the tail, and cut the tale
Turn the mental projector off
Don’t strain your eyes trying to see through the fog
When the panorama of the present stretches
Clear and bright around you.
mataa'-e-zindagi ?
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It means something that is precious to your life. Mataa means precious
Ohkay.
Thank you!
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Chahon To Bhi Na Mita Paon Ghi Tera Naam Dil Se,,,,
mitay Wo Lazf Jate Hain Jo Ghalti Se Likhay Hon....!!!!
mitay Wo Lazf Jate Hain Jo Ghalti Se Likhay Hon....!!!!
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Kagzon Pe Likh Kar Zaaya Kar Doon, Mai Woh Shaks Nahi...
Mai Wo Shayar Hoon Jise Dilon Pe Likhne Ka Hunar Aata Hai..
Mai Wo Shayar Hoon Jise Dilon Pe Likhne Ka Hunar Aata Hai..
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what's going on here?
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poetry!! do u like it??
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nope
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english or urdu?? nothing at all??
Not part of a poem?
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umm..nops i dnt think so...
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One o ma fav <3
Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard, for
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay’d for. There, -- my blessing with you!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. – Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Graplle them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull your palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch’d, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,
Bear’t that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: -- to thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
-Shakespeare
Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard, for
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay’d for. There, -- my blessing with you!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. – Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Graplle them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull your palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch’d, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,
Bear’t that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: -- to thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
-Shakespeare
Okayumm..nops i dnt think so...