This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible.
Such is the way of all superstition, whether in astrology, dreams, omens, divine judgments, or the like; wherein men, having a delight in such vanities, mark the events where they are fulfilled, but where they fail, though this happen much oftener.
Bichadte hue yaad de jayenge,
Khud sone se pehle aapko khawab de jayenge,
Apko gila hai ki hum baat nahi karte,
Sanso ke rukne se pehle har jawab de jayenge…..
Chandu
Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?
“Mehsos Ho Rahi Hai Fiza Me Gober Ki Khushb00
Pappu
Lagta Hai Mere Shehar Me ‘Bakar Mandi’ Lag Gae Hy..
Happy Bakra Eid Season.. ;->
Songh Songh K Ge0.. ;->)
Wo Kahe Mujhse Be-Intehaa Chahti Hoon Mai Tumko,
Aor Main Ho Jaoon Aur Gehri Neend Me Aisa Wo Lamha Ho,
Yakeen Na Kar Paoon Uss Lamhe Ki Main Haqiqat Hoon,
Kaash Rab Kare Wo Manzar Kuch Aisa Khaas Ho, Sagarr Se7en575