Zist aazar hui jati hai
sans talavar hui jati hai
jism bekar hua jata hai
ruh bedar hui jati hai
kan se dil mein utarati nahi baat
aur guftar hui jati hai
dhal ke nikali hai haqiqat jab se
kuch purasrar hui jati hai
ab to har zakhm ke munhband kali
lab-e-izahar hui jati hai
phul hi phul hain har simt ‘nadeem’
reh dushvar hui jati hai
Dukh me khusi ki wajah banti h mohabbat,
Dard me yaado ki wajah banti h mohabbat
Jab kuch b acha nai lagta hume duniya me
Tab humare jine ki wajah banti h Mohabbat
The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great.
Dil ka dard kisiko bataya na karo,
Aankhon me chuppe aansu bahaya na karo.
Log mutthi me namak liye ghumte hain sweet
Apne zakhm kisiko dikhaya na karo.
Yahi Sochkar Aksar Pareshan Ho Jata Hu Mein,
Ki Na Jane Kab Zindagi Bewafa Ho Jaye,
Chodkar Mein Sath Ye Bewafa Mehboob,
Khalao Ke Safar Mein Chupchap Kho Jaye.
When the man is at home, his standing in society is well known and quietly taken; but when he is abroad, it is problematical, and is dependent on the success of his manners.
Jungle Me Sher Aya Tha,
Hathi Aya Bandar Aya, Hiran Aya,
Phir Sherne Bandar se Puchha “Abe Apna Gadha Kahan Hai?”
To Bandar Bola Huzur Abi Wo SMS Padh Raha Hai…