There is a majestic quality
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.
Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone
As those we love one by one pass on.
But the intricacies Fate doth weave
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth
From souls no-longer of this earth.
At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain
Through him, my father lives again.
I look to heavens' resounding grace
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes
The miracle continues, no one really dies.
(Michael Anderson)
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
मैं कभी-कभार ही अपनी कमियों क
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल
still hold the most space in our hearts.
And then I realized
that to be
more alive
I had to
be less
<Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
Tere khoobsurat aankhon mein aansoo achche nahin lagte,
Chaahe jitnaa bhi
You Will Never See Me Fall Like
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
