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)
Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.
Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
Sach jhooth kisi ki baaton ka,
Kuch pata nhi chalta ab toh.
Kuch ke sach bhi ab j
मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,
अपना अहसास बन
The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you mee
I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
शायद तुम्हें याद नहीं, पर उस दिन कि बा
