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)
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Tere jaisa yaar kahan
Kahan tere jaisa yarana..
Yaa
मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की नि
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I wo
Jo ek bar ho jae mohbbat to fir kisi or se nhi hoti...
Kisi ko tut kar chahne se mohabbat nhi hoti ,
kisi ko pane ki khwahish rakhne se m
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,
Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,
Mujh
