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)
Tumhare khwabon mein..
Aasra mil gaya hai..
Tumhare ehsaas ne..
Manzil di
Spread your wings and flap to fly.
The sky is there for you to try.
You say the w
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Zindagi ko jina sikh lo,
Zindagi se ladna sikh lo,
Hausla rakho sabse uper,
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
<KOSHISH KARNE WALON KI HAAR NAHI HOTI
ASAFLTA EK CHUNOTI HAI, ISE SWIKAR KARO
KYA KAMI REH GAYI DEKHO OR SUDHAR KARO
JU
My darling, remember those days long ago,
When we both held hands through rain and snow?<
हर शाम किसी के लिए सुहानी नही होती
दिल के इस दर्द को क्या अंजाम दूँ
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