"aaj se aap ke yaha...dhan...ki barsat ho,
maa laxmi ka... vas... ho, sankatto ka.... nash... ho
har dil par aapka... raj... ho, unnati ka sar par... taj... ho
ghar me shanti ka.... vas... ho
HAPPY DIWALI
Apne Hatho Ki Lakiron Ko Khurch Dala Maine
Ksi Aamil Ne Kaha Tha Tu Paraya Hoga
Sham Hote Hi Sare Diye Bujha Deta Hun
Ye Dil Hi Kafi Hy Teri Yad Me Jalne K Liye.
There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
How to achieve the moral breakdown of the enemy before the war has started - that is the problem that interests me. Whoever has experienced war at the front will want to refrain from all avoidable bloodshed.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Love is like a hunter, who cares not for the game when once caught, which he may have pursued with the most intense and breathless eagerness. Love is strongest in pursuit; friendship in possession.
It has become a common feeling, I believe, as we have watched our heroes falling over the years, that our own small stone of activism, which might not seem to measure up to the rugged boulders of heroism we have so admired, is a paltry offering toward the building of an edifice of hope. Many who believe this choose to withhold their offerings out of shame. This is the tragedy of the world. For we can do nothing substantial toward changing our course on the planet, a destructive one, without rousing ourselves, individual by individual, and bringing our small, imperfect stones to the pile.