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)
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Aankho hi aankhon mein Baatein isharon mein
Tumne jo mujhse kahi hai Aisa kyu lagta hai
Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I wo
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,
अपना अहसास बन
तेरी आँखों में नज़र आता है स्वप्न मेरा
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
If Four Is A Party This Is A Parade
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
