Getting Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

image

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

image

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

image

And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

image

The hues of blues

Bunked College.Started off with friends for a long drive. It was saturday with an awesome weather and cool n breezy…. we felt the wind in our hair with the rpm of our bikes reaching 7.. 🙂 .

image

Awesome it was……. Never
forgettin trip of mine Amit and Devv to the dams of Deras and Jhumka… !

image

Felt so rejuvenated and refreshed !! …