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)
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
Jab Pas Tha To Paany Ki Aarzoo Na Thi
Jab Jaa Raha Hai Door To Muhabbat Hui Jawan...
Macchar marney se shikari nahi bn jaoge or...
Arz kiya hai..
.
.
Macchar marney se shikari nahi ban jaoge..
.
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कुछ पल की बातें, कैसे दोस्ती में बदल ग
My One, My Only, My Everything
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai
ja ja kar khaali haath laut aata hai
M
Dikha do duniya ko
Kanto jaisi raho par chalkar,
Pa lo apni manzil ko
Ek
To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whe
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
