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)
The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you mee
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
Riwaaj to yahi hai duniya ka mil jana bichhar jana,
Tum se ye kaisa rishta hai na milte ho
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत स
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
I own a big fat cat-
The fattest for miles around.
Wherever there's lots of food,
Look at that deer
Man I am craving a beer
He has a nice rack
It is enough
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
