miss universe said:

~CHANDNI~ said:

lol     cheeta yahan hay

London_Girl said:

eshajam said:

her sweetness
her cuteness
her sisterness
her smile
her laugh...this one>>>>>>>
but i don't see her laughing this days..!! hmmm..
makes me worried...

aww thats so sweet of you.. ummm.. my smile is still there ->>>

~tasha~ said:

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")

Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright!"

~tasha~ said:

miss universe said:

Such beautiful,beautiful hands!!
they're neither white nor small;
And ya,i know,would scarcely think
That they were fair at all.
i've looked on hands whose form and hue
A sculptor's dream might be,
Yet are these aged wrinkles hands
Most beautiful to me
Such beautiful,beautiful hands!!
Though heart were weary and sad
These patient hands kept toiling on
that the children might be glad,
I almost weep when looking back
to childhood's distant day!
i think how these hands rested not
when mine were at thier play
Such beautiful,beautiful hands!!
they're growing feeble now,
And time and pain have left thier mark
On hand,and heart and brow
Alas!alas! the nearing time
AND THE SAD,SAD DAY TO ME
when 'neath the daisies,out of sight,
these hands must folded be.
But oh!beyond the shadowy lands,
Where all is bright and fair,
I know full well these dear old hands
Will palms of victory bear;
When crystal streams,through endless years,
Flow over golden sands,
And where the odl are young again
i'll clasp my mother's hands

~tears4me~ said:

Lonely am I

Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways

Lonely are the seasons
Lonely are the years
So lonely am I, that it brings tears.

Lonely is this place
Lonely is my life
Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife

Lonely is this court room
Lonely is my sentence
So lonely am I that I ask for repentance