Rishta ye dil ka dil se mila hai
Koi paraaya nahi apna mila hai
Tanha the zindagi ke safar me hum
Tum mile to jaise kaarwan mila hai
Dil me chubhte the kaante kabhi
Aaj unse koi gulaab khila hai
Tum jo mil gaye hamen sab kuch mil gaya
Kaisa shikwa khuda se kaisa gila hai
Janam din ki khushiyan mubarak ho tumhen
Har tamanna ho poori dil ki ye dua hai

Never would we be blessed this great

With such a wonder child you dear!

Your cries, your smiles and all your tricks

All makes us great with pride abound.



Born you dear in blessed June

Heard you cry, first time on earth

Filled our eyes with joy and love

Parents the title got conferred on us.



Spoke you less but more in deeds

Dear you are in all little things

“Beauty” the word so short to tell

The wonder you are, our wonder star.



Dad and mom, we care a lot

For the Lord our God, He gifted you

He loves you more than how we could

For He is the Lord, the one true God.



Reach the sky, you’ll make Him proud

Angels aside, all saints to guide

Conform you not to the world this cold

Your paths all lead to heaven above.

I want to say I love you on your birthday,
Though love is something you don't want from me.
Things didn't go so well when I last said it,
And so I'll keep it silent in my heart.
But how the words reverberate within me!
A song that I must struggle not to sing,
A music I must dance to without motion,
A poem that I must never read aloud.

Your wishes are a wall I would not scale,
Yet won't abandon, loathe to leave behind.
I cannot have, and cannot bear to lose you,
And so I send you this in my despair.

Happy birthday to my dearest man,
A father after many years of trying.
Pleasure? Yes, of course, there's no denying;
Perhaps more, though, the angst of those who plan.
Yet now we have a boy, whose gurgles can
Bestow on us a love of life undying,
Immerse us in the bliss of happy sighing,
Remind us of the world when we began.
There is no view of heaven before dying;
However, this tutorial will do.
Deep though my joy, the well is deeper still,
Abysses far beyond my thought and will,
Yet not beyond my boundless love for you.

Happy birthday, Mother,
Even though you might prefer
Life without these markers,
Each too public to defer.
Now that you are fifty,
Sing to us your own sweet song,
That we might celebrate your life,
Rejoicing all night long.
Each of us has love to bring,
Each a special song to sing,
To lose your heart among.

For my aunt, the happiest of birthdays!
On this day your quiet soul should sing!
Rejoice in all the pleasure that this one day
Must to the kids who love you surely bring!
You, who give so much, should now be taking
All the affection we poor souls can show.
Understand this little fuss we're making
Nowhere near comes close to where we go,
Touched by love too beautiful to know.

Wedding Poems