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)
दिल को किसी की आस नहीं है,
आंखों मे
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
Kaash Mere Paas Kuch Pal To Aur Hota...
Aaj Tujhe Yaad Kar Main Yun Naa Rota...
I
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
Love is not a thing you get a lot
but love the girl you have got
she is always th
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
Maps are complicated
if you aren’t familiar with the place.
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से
छुप छुप के जो तरसाया था
देखा होगा र
