Tum Nay Morjhay Hoay Phool Kabhi Daykhay
Hain ?
Dil Ki Qabron Pay Paray ……
Hejar Ki Lash Ki Ankhon Pay Dharay
Tum Nay Uktay Hoay Khwab Kabhi Daykhay Hain ?
Dard Ki Palkon Say Laptay Hoay
Ghabray Hoay
Tum Nay Baychain Duayan Kabhi Daykhi Hain ?
Mohobbat Kay Kenaron Pay Bhatkti Pherti
Tumnay Kabhi Dykha Hay Mujhay ?
Kia Kabhi Daykha Hay Mujhay ?..iii
Guzri Hui Zindagi Ko Kabhi Yaad Naa Kar,
Taqdeer Mein Jo Likha Hai Uski Fariyaad Naa Kar,
Jo Hona Hai Vo Ho Kar Rahega….
Tu Fikr Mein Apni Hansi Barbaad Naa Kar
Dil Ke Sagar Me Lehre Uthaya Na Karo,
Khwab Bankar Neend Churaya Na Karo,
Bahot Chot Lagti Hai Mere Dil Ko,
Tum Khwabo Mein Aa Kar Yu Tadpaya Na Karo….Dil Ke Sagar Me Lehre Uthaya Na Karo,
Khwab Bankar Neend Churaya Na Karo,
Bahot Chot Lagti Hai Mere Dil Ko,
Tum Khwabo Mein Aa Kar Yu Tadpaya Na Karo….
wo tera dekhana or dekhane ke bad najar fer lena yed aata hai wo teri jolfo ko hatha se hatna yed aata hai wo satha bitae pal yed aate hai wo tera phon karn yed aata hai wo tera sahelio ke bich khada ho kar hum dekhan yed aata hai wo teri kasme bade yed aati hai kiu hue to bewafa tera wo akhari salm yed aata hai
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sacha pyer kabhi nhi milt
I am oblique; I think that has to do with my own nature. I like trying to do things which work on many levels, because I think it is terribly important to give an audience a lot of things they might not get as well as those they will, so that finally the film does take on a texture and is not just simplistic communication.
Tum Hi Se Mera Chaand Khilay
Tum Hi Se Chandni Milay
Tum Hi Se Subaah Ho Meri
Tum Hi Se Meri Sham Dhalay
Tum Hi Se Mehkay Her Kali
Tum Hi Se Her Phool Khilay
Tum Hi To Apnay Ho Meray
Tum Hi Se Hain Sub Gilay
Tum Hi To Chahat Ho Meri
Tum Hi Se Mera Dil Milay
Tum Hi Se Zindagi Hai Meri
Tum Hi Se Hain Yeh Silsilay
Jab Tujh Hi Se Mujhay Sub Kuch Milay
Phir Kiun Na Mujh Ko Tu Milay?ii
The greatest problem for the human species, the solution of which nature compels him to seek, is that of attaining a civil society which can administer justice universally.
O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.