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 shuffled down the hallway
Trying to stay out of view
Peeking down the walkway
Tor late tare bhi hum unke liye
us nile aasman se,
Mit jate hain nafrat bhi
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
बस हमने तुम्हरा ही गाना गुनगुनाया है<
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
I sit here waiting
waiting for you to see
that time is running out
come o
इतनी तन्हाइयाँ हैं,
डर भी सकती हूँ,
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Teri Palko Ki Chaow Me Hi Guzre Meri Raate...
Tujhse Hi Shuru Ho Tujh Pe Hi Khtam Ho Meri
सिंहासन हिल उठे राजवंशों ने भृकुटी त
