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)
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
What has happened is never spoken,
And everything around me has been broken.
Ther
ऐसी कहाँ मेरी किस्मत कि आपका प्यार हम
Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy.
It won't be p
Faasle Badhne Se Rishte Mar To Nahi Jaate...
Par Sach To Yeh Hai Ke Kuch Baaki Rehta Bhi
Mujhe Nahi Pata Ki Main Uski
Just Another Year
The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you mee
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
You tried so hard to win his love
You put your heart out on the line
He puts you
“मन जहां डर से परे है
और सिर जहां
