Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
(Kathleen Sheppard)
I shuffled down the hallway
Trying to stay out of view
Peeking down the walkway
BEWAJAH HUM MOHABBAT KARTE THE
Aankhein jo khuli thi to unhe apne kareeb paya naa tha
Kabhi they ruh mein shamil aaj unk
ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
I once knew a man who lived in a jar,
for a stranger sight you'd have to go far.
I a
मैं यादों की किताब खोलू तो कुछ हंसते
When I see you,
Your eyes sparkle while you say hi with the sweetest voice in the world.<
वह खून कहो किस मतलब का
जिसमें उबाल
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
