The Miracle


Posted on 11th Dec 2014 06:05 pm by mohit kumar

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)

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zindagi bahut chhoti si hai achhe se ji lo

kabhi kabhi kuchh chizen apni man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiy

kunki ye zindgi b

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I remember when I was small and cool,

I was always playing truant from school.

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tum or hum ajnabi ek raho pe

एक अजनबी तुम एक अजनबी हम अनजानी राहों

That's What Friends Are For

A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.

A friend is someone who cares about

LIKHTI HU TUMHARE INTEZAAR MAI

लिखती हूँ मैं,

तेरे इजहार का इंतजा

A Single Kiss

If one name is but a glimpse of their soul

Then we are simple machines on cruise control<

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

I Fell In Love With My Best Friend

We were best friends.

Now we're even more.

You don't know how much.

of yo

Two Beers...

Larry came into my bar

Every day to drink two beers.

"My brother’s death; o

MERI PRATHNA

विपदाओं से रक्षा करो – यह न मेरी प्र

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