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)
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affecti
Days come and go
But my feelings for you are forever
I am just not capable
<I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
घोर अंधकार हो,
चल रही बयार हो,
आज
Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai,
Tera har khwaab aankhon me rehne laga hai,<
Mai Thoda Sa Hu Pagal Par Ye Bhi Hai Teri Mehrbaani...
Tujh Se Hi Shuru Ho Tujhpe Hi Khta
jiwan ki dhara chalne do
जीवन की धरा को अविरल बहने दो
कर्म के पथ
