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)
करनेवाले काम बहुत हैं व्यर्थ उलझनों
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai
dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
Tera safar mera safar,
Tu kitab khubsurat hai, humsafar,
Mujh par daal tu ek naza
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
How I wonder what you are.
Leaking oil e
NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....
NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....
NAA USKA KOI PATA HOTA HAI.......
BADA
