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)
Suno…. Suno na!
Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle..
Aur badalke i
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
Why are we so afraid
to fall in love?
Is it the hurt, the heartbre
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.
I never thought we would be apart.
When
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
Riwaaj to yahi hai duniya ka mil jana bichhar jana,
Tum se ye kaisa rishta hai na milte ho
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
If my world were made of chocolate,
I know what I would do.
I'd make a chocolate
