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)
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<दोस्ती दर्द नहीं खुशियों की सौगात है,
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
कहते हैं ज़िन्दगी का दूसरा नाम इम्तिह
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
मेकअप की दुकान में ,अक्ल पे पगली लगा क
Roty huye woh mujhse lipat kr boli...
Roty Huye Woh Mujh Sy Lipat Kr Boli,
Nafrat Hai Mujhy Tum Sy Mery Paas Na Aao....
