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)
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
Ab humein neend nahi aati,
Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,
<It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,
ESA DIN NA AY TUMHARE BAGAIR REHNE KA
इश्क़ किया है तुमसे तुम्हारी इबादत की
laga jese me khud ko mill gayi
Haan pata tha mujhko dobara usi raste jaa rahi hoon jahan ghum bahut hain
Par gam ki kya
जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती
My turn signal wasn’t working,
So I asked for help from a friend.
"Stand be
sala tumhe loot kar hi khayega
Na jaane kaha hai aya hai…
Na jaane kaha ko jaega..
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They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
