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)
ज़िन्दगी ही तो है थोड़ा और सीखा देगी
हर मोड़ पर काटे बिझे है
हर कदम संभा
मैं कभी-कभार ही अपनी कमियों क
zindagi bahut chhoti si hai achhe se ji lo
kabhi kabhi kuchh chizen apni man
ki bhi kar le ni chahiy
kunki ye zindgi b
BHAROSA KHUD PAR RAKHO
TO TAKAT BAN JATI HAI
OR DUSRO PAR RAKHO TO&nb
khud ko kaabil bana manjil ko apana bana…
Thak bhi gaya to 1-2 daud phir bhi laga&
tu khud ki khoj mein nikal
tu kis liye hataash hai
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
One word can start a friendship,
One kiss a love affair,
One smile can bring you
