There is a majestic quality
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.
Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone
As those we love one by one pass on.
But the intricacies Fate doth weave
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth
From souls no-longer of this earth.
At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain
Through him, my father lives again.
I look to heavens' resounding grace
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes
The miracle continues, no one really dies.
(Michael Anderson)
भूलना चाहो तो भी याद हमारी आएगी
Reflections
There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, rememb
You told me you loved me,
but your eyes were empty.
You told me yo
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
We are all on a life journey, each one of us with a purpose. Some of us realize our purpose and o
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on my neck
नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
यूँ तो शराफत और सादगी लुभाती थी मुझको
