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)
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
O
क्यों यह दुनिया दूसरे से इतनी ज्यादा
जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय
<If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
ये ज़िन्दगी है तेरी मेरी कहानी,
कभ
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
Suno…. Suno na!
Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle..
Aur badalke i
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
padi likhi ladki or anpad ladki
बेटा घर पर लता है अपनी गर्लफ्रेंड को
You're sucrose, you're glucose,
You're fructose and more,
From your head to your
