It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He
Jab tere shahar mein raha karte the,
Hum bhi chup chap jiya karte the,
Aankhon me
MANANE KI KHWAHISH HO YA NA HO
र लगता है तुम्हें बताने में वो जो हमा
Kya pta hai tujhe?
ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,
mere hontho par bikhari mus
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I feel so safe and secure,
And your soft, caring
