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 once applied for a life online
Sadly, however, I was declined
They told me I wa
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
एक दिन जिंदगी ऐसे मुकाम पर पहुँच जाएँ
सोचता हूं कहूं वो इंकार न कर दें. .
क
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Junbaan se Naam Lete hi,
Aankhon se aansu Chalak Jaate hai...
Kabhi Hazaro baatei
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सरहद न
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,
Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo deti hai har kada
आशिकी में है बस दर्द ही दर्द खुशी क
