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)
This feeling inside, I cannot hide.
This feeling inside, I can't deny.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
हम तो आज़ाद हुए लड़कर पर
आज़ादी के
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You
It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,
A friendship that had blossomed to more th
Is vishad viddh-prahaar mein
Kisko nahi behna pada
