CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ


Posted on 24th Feb 2020 04:18 pm by sangeeta

what my body knows

is not a lie it’s not

a lie i tell you it is not

it’s nothing short of truth

and nothing larger

my past lodges

in my marrow and if

i wanted a transplant

there’d be no match

others’ sorrows dwarf

my petty traumas still

these bones are mine

when they creak

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Uljha-sa aaj mein hue

Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,

Hans kar palon ko jiye ja,

Gaakar gamon ko piye

Meri baaton mein tu

Meri baaton mein tu,Maine manga jise

Wo dua tu hi tu,Aankhon hi aankhon mein

Baat

Be The Best Of Whatever You Are

 If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

 Be a scrub in the valley 

ZIKR TERI OR MERI BATON KE

Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai, 

Tera har khwaab aankhon me rehne laga hai,<

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja

Only A Friend

You tried so hard to win his love

You put your heart out on the line

He puts you

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I

KHWAAB HAI JISME

आंखे कितनी भी छोटी क्यो ना हो !!

ताक

Times Are Changing

We had our good days and we had our bad,

I thought I would never forget the times we had.

JAB HUM BICHAD JAYENGE

एक दिन जब हम बिछड़ जाएंगे

हमेशा के

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