Koi Keh De Ye Mohabbat Ke
Kharedaron Se, Pyaar Wo Sheh
Hai Jo Milti Nahi Bazaaroon
Se, Hum To Pehle Hi Mohabbat
Mein Jale Baithe Hain, Kyun
Darate Ho Dahekte Angaroon Se.
Ban Ke Sitara Jag-Magaate Rehna
Har Khushi Apne Hontho Pe Sajate Rehna
Kisi Rishte Ke Liye Do Kadam Jaroori Hote Hain
Ek Yaad Karte Rehna Aur Ek Yaad Aate Rehna…
They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.
Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.
City lights shine bright on my complexion,
Self-reflection...red hairs flashing at the intersection.
Life is a green light, one star, no script,
Supporting actors...fresh peaches, no pit.
Sajjna ve rabb mania hai tenu, tu saatho azmaya ni jaana, tainu gwa k sohneya saatho kujh paya ni jaana, j tu bewafa ho gya saatho eh ilzaam laya v ni jaana..
In one dancing saloon I saw the only rational method of art criticism I have ever come across. Over the piano was printed a notice: 'Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.'