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)
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
sachi dosti me har ek naya rishta mil jata hai
प्यार को मत समझो पूरा उसका पहला अक्षर
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
I saw the stars that shine
When I looked into your eyes.
I felt the pain inside
उसकी आँखे जैसी एक राज़ हो
उसक
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय
<The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
