Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.
hilghozy Ki Khushbu,
Moongphali Ki Bahar,
Sardi Ka Mausam,
Aany Ko Beqarar,
Thori Si Masti,
Thora Sa Pyaar,
Maflar, Sweeter Rakho Tayyar,
Happy Winter Season Mere Yaar.
I read my own books sometimes to cheer me when it is hard to write, and then I remember that it was always difficult, and how nearly impossible it was sometimes.
Mila sakta hai usse "Khuda" hi "Jo Paas aake Dur Hua"..!
Ek dil ko Gahri Lagi Hai Dusre ko ehsas hua Kahi kasak hai, tadap hai toh kahi hai Dua..! Mila sakta hai usse "Khuda" hi "Jo Paas aake Dur Hua"..!
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मेरा वजूद नहीँ किसी तलवार और तख़्त-ओँ-ताज़ का मोहताज,
मैँ अपने हुनर और होठोँ की
हंसी से लोगो के दिल पे राज करता हुँ।
...♥*Main Phool Hun Meri Khushbu
Tum Ho*♥*
*♥*Mai Dil Hoon Meri Dharkan
Tum Ho*♥*
*♥*Mai Jaan Hoon Meri Rooh Tum
Ho*♥*
*♥*Mai Jism Hoon Meri Zindagi
Tum Ho*♥*
*♥*Main Aks Hoon Meri Haqiqat
Tum Ho*♥*
*♥*Mai Saya Hun Meri Surat Tum
Ho*♥*
*♥*Mai Lab Hoon Meri Baat Tum
Ho*♥*
*♥*Mai Tab Hoon
Mukmal Jb Mere Sath Tum
Ho*♥*.
Bachpan Me Jab Dosto Ko Bye Kahte The To Wo Sochte The,
"KaL Fir Milenge."
Aur Ab Jab Dosto Ko
Bye Kahte Hai To Wo Sochte Hai Ki.
"Na Jane Kab Milenge."
What a man does, that he has. What has he to do with hope or fear? In himself is his might. Let him regard no good as solid but that which is in his nature, and which must grow out of him as long as he exists. The goods of fortune may come and go like summer leaves; let him scatter them on every wind as the momentary signs of his infinite productiveness.