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 live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
Tham gayi hai manzil bhi
Na koi sathi hai
Na koi ham safar
Chalana tho ha
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,
<Saleeke se nahi chalati Zindagi, aajkal daud bahut hai…
Aise hi nahi milati manjil
Har rishte me dosti nahi milti
हर रिश्ते में दोस्ती नहीं मिलती।
आज जीत की रात पहरुए! सावधान रहना
खु
tune kuchh bhi na kaha ho jaise,
mere hi dil ki sada ho jaise,
yoon teri yaad se
