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)
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया
जो हमस
Kya khub likha hai kisi ne Kya khub
likha hai kisi ne, bakhsh deta hai
&nbs
Girls!
They protect you!
Mind you, correct you!
In ways you never thought
Here I am, stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
I'm staring at my fe
अगर इश्क़ कोई जुर्म नहीं, फिर ये सजा क्
You're sucrose, you're glucose,
You're fructose and more,
From your head to your
I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You
It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,
A friendship that had blossomed to more th
मज़हब जुदा सही वतन तो एक है, है फूल रंग
