Pyaar to kai trha k hote h
Mgr na jaane hmara ye ksa pyaar h
Pyaar k to kai naamo ko ME btadu
Magar smjh NH aata ki hmare is pyaar ko ME kya naam du
Jo kbhi hsata h to kbhi rulata h
Kabhi naraj krta h to kbhi mnata h
Or jb shk krta h to uske agle hi Pal khud se jyada ykin krne lgta h
Agr khuda b aa kr hmare is pyaar ko byaan krne ki koshish kre to shyd vo b nakamyab ho
Kuki hmara pyaar vo nhi jo lfzo ME byaan ho
Pta h mera dil bht ziddi h.. Hmesha ek hi zid krta h
......
My thought shall never be that you are dead:
Who laughed so lately in this quiet place.
The dear and deep-eyed humour of that face
Held something ever living, in Death's stead.
Scornful I hear the flat things they have said
And all their piteous platitudes of pain.
I laugh! I laugh! - For you will come again -
This heart would never beat if you were dead.
The world's adrowse in twilight hushfulness,
There's purple lilac in your little room,
......
Don't feel me, M there
can't see me, m air
I'm like your beating heart
Touch the casket and feel my part
Resplendence keeps me on toe
No time for love no chance to go
But I 'll see you someday for sure
That day we will stop and I promise we won't grow anymore
Come and take what's only your
The part of you what been separated so
......
To the part of a beautiful journey
Who was never the destination,
I still have a part of you
You'll never be forgotten.
If I say I don't miss you
That's surely a lie,
I wish I could stop the time
Which continues to fly.
......
I am sailing
into the wide,unspeaking blue,
where horizon and memory
blur into one continuous ache.
The water does not ask questions,
it only carries
what cannot be held
on land.
......
I am sailing
into the wide,unspeaking blue,
where horizon and memory
blur into one continuous ache.
The water does not ask questions,
it only carries
what cannot be held
on land.
......
To the part of a beautiful journey
Who was never the destination,
I still have a part of you
You'll never be forgotten.
If I say I don't miss you
That's surely a lie,
I wish I could stop the time
Which continues to fly.
......
They brought home a little gift for me
Something they found in your drawer
A little wallet with your license and a photo of me
From way back in 2015
Dad and mom stayed in the room you slept in
But I know you never really felt at home
I wished you lived right by us too
But I know it would have been hard for us both
......
Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings,
Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting.
Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children;
The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken.
They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes and pumpkins,
As well as peas and pickled peppers, like velvety, dreaming presumptions.
Favored friends called some fuchsia Fridays, when glitter stars came early,
......
Today we place you to final rest
know that with your presence we've been blessed.
six feet down in your grave
we shed a tear, goodbye we wave.
the time has come to let you go
the sound rings out of the graveyard crow.
the clouds may part, the sun may shine
the priest speaks out, its now the time.
family cuddle and hug as we walk away
i'll never forget such a painful day.
......