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)
| यह हैं जिंदगी का सच,
जो चाहा कभी पा
kya dhoondti rehti hai ye aankhe
सब कुछ तो है क्या ढूँढ़ती रहती हैं नि
Kuchh pal saath chale to jaanaa,
Rastaa hai jaanaa pehchanaa.
Saan
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
Tum ho ek anmol angoothi
Ya phir uska koi nageena
T
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
आग हूँ आगाज़ हूँ खुद की गलती छुपाने वा
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
