Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
(Kathleen Sheppard)
TUMHARE KHWAB
Tumhare khwabon mein..
Am Not Really 60
That's not my age; it's just not true.
Tujhe khawab hi me dekhun...
Tujhe Khawab Hi Me Dekhun Ye Bharam Bhi Aj Toota...
Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha ?
Ye tum ne kaisa rabta rakha,
A Love Song
Let me sing you a love song
Where The Street Ends
There's a place on each road...
I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You
It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,
Living Life With Purpose
Life and death; without one there cannot be the other.
Usko Paney Ki chahat
रंजिश क्या करे हम उनसे
muskurate raho
Tum Sada Muskurate Raho Yeh Tamanna Hai Humari,Har Dua Mein Maangi Hai Bas Khushi Tumhari,Tum Saari Duniya Ko Dost Bana Kar Dekh Lo,Phir Bhi Mahsoos Karoge Kami Humaari.