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Imagine by John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.


Anonymous said…
ब्लॉगिंग बिना चैन कहां रेSSS
कॉमेन्टिंग बिना चैन कहां रेSSS
सोना नहीं चांदी नहीं, ब्लॉग तो मिला
अरे ब्लॉगिंग कर लेSSS
Deepanjan said…
How did u do that?
Here's my gift to u:
Anonymous said…
खाली बैठा आदमी और क्या करे , बस दिन भर सर्फ़िंग| उसी में कुछ-कुछ मिलता रहता है। So any more cloth clips stolen. Thanks for the dedication.
Deepanjan said…
The remaining clips will not be stolen.
I'll not use them!
Anonymous said…
one love , one life , one god u got to
do what u should , one life but its not
the same , u got to carry each other ,
carry each other , oooo....

i wish i could be like a bird thats in the sky ,
how sweet it would be if i knew i could
fly , ....
by green house - faith .

sleeping child by mltr

the milky way upon the heavens is twinkling just for u ,
and mr moon , he came by 2 say goodnight to u .
i sing for u , i sing 4 mother ,
in praying 4 the world & for the people every where going to show them that we care .

if all the people around d world dey had a mind like urs ,
we will hv no fighting and no wars ,
there will be lasting peace on earth .
if all the kings and all the leaders
could see u here right now ,
they will hold the world in their arms
they will learn to watch u play ..

oh my sleeping child the world's so wild , but ur built ur own paradise ,
thats one reason why i cover u my sleeping child .

i want to cover u my sleeping child ,
to keep u away from the world so wild ...

oh my sleeping child the worlds so wild
but ur built ur own paradise ,
thats the reason y i cover u my sleeping child .
Anonymous said…
Lullabye by billy joel

Good night , my angel
time 2 close ur eyes
and save these questions for
another day ,
i think i know what ur 've been asking me
i think u know what i have been trying to say .
i promised i would never leave u ,
and u should always know ,
whereever you may go ,
no matter where you are ,
i never will be far away .

goodnight , my angel ,
now its time to speel
and still so many things i want to say ,
remember all the songs u sang 4 me
when we went sailing
on an emerald bay
and like a boat out on the ocean ,
i am rocking you to sleep ,
the water's dark and deep
inside this ancient heart ,
u will always be a part of me .

goodnight , my angel ,
now its time to dream ,
and dream of how wonderful ur life will be ,
someday ur child may cry ,
and if u sing this lullabye ,
then in ur heart ,
there will always be a part of me .

someday we'll all be gone ,
but lullabyes go on and on ...
they never die ,
that's how u and i will be .

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