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)
दोस्त वो है जो बिन कहे समझ लेता है हर ब
Here I am, stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
I'm staring at my fe
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
sala tumhe loot kar hi khayega
Na jaane kaha hai aya hai…
Na jaane kaha ko jaega..
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I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
झुकी कमर सीधी की
माथे से पसीना पोछ
जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम
होठों पे सच्चाई रहती है, जहां दिल में
