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 shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas , Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo deti hai har kadam par sa
शोर दुनिया का एक तरफ है , दिल की वीरानी
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
एक दिन हमारे मिलने का पता होगा,कोई तो
What hurts the most...
Was loving you so much,
But that not being enough.
वह खून कहो किस मतलब का
जिसमें उबाल
You have come into my life
And it changed with a blink of an eye
Y
हर सुख दुःख में, साथ साथ जीया करते थे।<
सच तो है ये जिंदगी कुछ लम्हात
एहसा
