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)
ये ज़िन्दगी है तेरी मेरी कहानी,
कभ
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती
koi kesa bhi ho kya fark padta hai
koi sub kahe, koi chup rahe,
koi chhav sahe, to koi dhup sahe,
koi rahe, to koi n
हम बच्चे हँसते गाते हैं।
हम आगे बढ
When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there's always one perso
Like a daisy in the sun,
she's my friend, she's no.1,
she is as sweet as a chocol
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
