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)
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when w
नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां
In life, some people will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and for
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refine
Have you ever fought an ego?
It's a pretty tough thing to beat
It has no face, no
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
I see you looking at your children,
Wondering what their lives will be.
If you ve
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
Gati prabal pairon mein bhari
Phir kyun rahoon dar dar khada
Jab aaj mere saamne,
