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)
बातों से जिसकी टीस सी होती है उसी से र
कभी कड़ी धूप सी परेशानियाँ
जलाती र
We all have many types of friends,
And in our lives, they come and go.
But if we
Don't be worried about the past.
Things like that never last.
We're better than y
Jab Pas Tha To Paany Ki Aarzoo Na Thi
Jab Jaa Raha Hai Door To Muhabbat Hui Jawan...
Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,
Ban
To Follow your heart, and intuition,
That should be, your number one mission.
Lis
Although I speak about you so much,
Although everyone can see it,
I would never a
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Elusive and in vain.
It ebbs and it flows,
It's Time To Really Let You Go
Letting you go is not easy
No matter how hard I try
I cannot seem to get you out
