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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zindgi ka such

| यह हैं जिंदगी का सच,

जो चाहा कभी पा

kya dhoondti rehti hai ye aankhe

सब कुछ तो है क्या ढूँढ़ती रहती हैं नि

KUCH PAL SAATH CHALEN

Kuchh pal saath chale to jaanaa,

Rastaa hai jaanaa pehchanaa.

 

Saan

Our Mysterious Love

As I lay here in the dark by your side,

You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<

Home Alone

My family's gone; there's no one home.

It's only me who's home alone.

I shouldn't

TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI

Tum ho ek anmol angoothi

 

Ya phir uska koi nageena

 

T

Poem For A Friend

If I could write a poem,

I would write it just for you.

But I cannot write a poem

You Know I Love You

I'll be with you as long as you want me to,

Until the end of time.

The day I met

me kon hun

आग हूँ आगाज़ हूँ खुद की गलती छुपाने वा

Back To Strangers

We started as strangers.

We fell and became lovers.

We started with a, "Hi,"

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