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)
kitaab se le jayga prempattr
gidad use pahad par noch noch khayga
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F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,
Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo deti hai har kada
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it
Jab Tanha Tanha Hote Ho,
Aawaaz Mujhe Tum Diya Karo,
Har Dhadkan M
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Music is the ocean
That pulls me to the shore.
Music is the rhythm
That m
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi
jisme zindagi hi naa **
koi gam nhi
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