Zuban se nikli har baat badal dete hai,
Kaman se nikala har teer badal dete hai,
Tujse to mere halat nahi badle gaye,
Warna badlne wale to taqder badal dete hai…
Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?
Tools may be animate as well as inanimate; for instance, a ship's captain uses a lifeless rudder, but a living man for watch; for a servant is, from the point of view of his craft, categorized as one of its tools. So any piece of property can be regarded as a tool enabling a man to live, and his property is an assemblage of such tools; a slave is a sort of living piece of property; and like any other servant is a tool in charge of other tools.
My advice to you, if you should ever be in a hold up, is to line up with the cowards and save your bravery for an occasion when it may be of some benefit to you.
The unconscious wants truth, as the body does. The complexity and fecundity of dreams come from the complexity and fecundity of the unconscious struggling to fulfill that desire. The complexity and fecundity of poetry come from the same struggle.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
A khuda muj par thoda rahem kar de.
Uske dil me mere liye thoda pyar bhar de.
Sari zindgi ka sath to na sahi
par meri kismat me unse do pal ki mulakat to likh de.
Tere Dil Mein Dosti Ki Buniyad Rakhenge,,
Khud Ko Kaid Magar Tujhe Aazad Rakhenge,,
Kahin Ho Na Jaye Gustakhi Dosti Mein Aye Dost,,
Issliye Hum Apne Kadam Tere Kadmo Ke Baad Rakhenge,,
A loving relationship is one
in which the loved one is free to be himself
to laugh with me, but never at me;
to cry with me, but never because of me;
to love life, to love himself, to love being loved.
Such a relationship is based upon freedom
and
can never grow in a jealous heart.