Khuda-e-rahmat tu mera ho jaye,
Warna anjaam mera bahut bura hoga
Rachaye jo agr tune mehandi se hath apne
Wo mehandi nahi mere dil ka khoon hoga
Hushain2
Majburiyo Ko Hum Ankho Me Chupa Lete Hai
Hum Kaha Rote Hai Halaat Rula Dete Hai,
Hum To Har Pal Yad Krte Hai apko,
Par ap Yad Na Karne Ka ilzam Laga Dete Hai.
There is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exists or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence
We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between a causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality.
It is an end with priests and gods, if man becomes scientific. Moral: science is the thing forbidden in itself - it alone is forbidden. Science is the first sin, the germ of all sin, original sin. This alones is mortality: Thou shalt not know.
There are many different kinds of power. True power comes from serving and helping others. Such behavior makes people respect you. They are willing to listen to your views and advice, and they support you. The energy of many people is thus channeled through one person. This kind of power is positive and authentic.
Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end, and the Lord of life holds all who die and all who mourn.
Mohabbat Hai Mujhe Apni Tanhai
Se
Jo Teri Yaad Ke Kareeb Karta Hai..
Mohabbat Hai Mujhe Guzarti Raato
Se
Jo Beet Jati Hai Teri Yaad Me..
Mohabbat Hai Mujhe Apne Dilse
Jo Sirf Tere Liye Dharakta Hai..
Mohabbat Hai Mujhe Apni Sanso
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Jisme Sirf Tera Naam Basa Hai..!