At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
The rising sun
age old
yet new and inspiring
lighting up the world
with its soft pink rays;
just watching the familiar hues
dance on the still water
I return to emotions
that never truly left.
Just as the sun sets
it rises again
wide arms embracing a new day.
Abey bina Balkani K flat, Flowerpot, Khali patili K dhakhan
mafiq barjela kio hai? Daykh kia raha hai? Bhai log Gud Morning
bolnay ko aya hai,bolayto set hai na!
Sardar ki Maa Sardar Se: “Uth Ja, Wekh Sooraj Kadon da nikal Aaya Ae..” . . Sardar: “Te ki hoya Amma.. O Sonda v te Magrib ton Pellaan ae” good mornig,..hehehhehe
