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)
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,
dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,
sikhay
आज जीत की रात पहरुए! सावधान रहना
खु
SURAJ-KYA KHABAR TUMAKO DOSTI KYA H
YAI ROSHNI BHI H OR ANDHER
yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa
desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa
yahi
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
बच्चा-बच्चा बन जाए सैनिक, गर बुरी नजर
