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)
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
इंकार को इकरार कहते हे
Only Us....
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
हर शाम किसी के लिए सुहानी नही होती
Aansuon Ke Saagar Me Dil Ko Doobote hue,
Tamaam Raaten Guzar Di Rote hue
Mazak Ka
Hurt and pain.
There's much to gain.
Peace and love.
It's all the same.
I see you looking at your children,
Wondering what their lives will be.
If you ve
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Suno…. Suno na!
Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle..
Aur badalke i
kabhi gam, to kabhi khushi hai zindi
kabhi dhup, to kabhi chhav hai zindgi
kudrat
