But can you imagine how some of them were envying you your freedom to work, to think, to travel, to enter a room as yourself, not as some child’s mother or some man’s wife?…we have no familiar, ready-made name for a woman who defines herself, by choice, neither in relation to children nor to men, who is self-identified, who has chosen herself.
Prayer is never an acceptable substitute for obedience. The sovereign Lord accepts no offering from His creatures that is not accompanied by obedience. To pray for revival while ignoring or actually flouting the plain precept laid down in the Scriptures is to waste a lot of words and get nothing for our trouble.
Jal Me Jayenge Mere Armaan
Bhar Jaayegi Meri Aankhe,
Bikhre Dil Ka Wo Dard Naa
Jaane Kaise Mai Sah Paaungaa,
Judaai Se Teri Jeenaa Maut
Se Battar Jeenaa, Mera Khuda
Jaane Kya Mai Tujhse Kabhi
Wo Kah Paaunga.
Chahat Hai Maut Ki Jo Paas
Nahi Aati, tamanna Hai Jis
Khushi Ki Jo Raas Nahi Aati,
udaas Ho Gayi Hai Meri
Zindagi Rote Rote Unki Kuch
Yaadain Hai Jo Tadpane Se
Baaz Nahi Aati..
Kabhi Usko Bhi Meri Yaad Sataati Hogi.
Apni Aankhon Mei Mere Khawab Woh Bhi Sajaati Hogi.
Woh Jo Har Waqt Khayaalon Mei Basi Rehti Hai.
Kabhi To Woh Meri Bhi Yadon Mei Kho Jaati Hogi…
ishq me ji gaya koi
ishq me mar gaya koi
ishq aag ka dariya tha
fir bhi utar gaya koi
ishq me zakhmo ka kissa purana hai
zakhm kar gaya koi
zakhm bhar gaya koi..
The line separating investment and speculation, which is never bright and clear, becomes blurred still further when most market participants have recently enjoyed triumphs. Nothing sedates rationality like large doses of effortless money. After a heady experience of that kind, normally sensible people drift into behavior akin to that of Cinderella at the ball.
Kash Pyar Mein Jo Bhi Chahte Wo
Pate
Kash Dil Mein Rehne Wale Dil Chor
Kar Na Jate
Yaadein Taza Kar Dete Hai Sare
Zakham
Kash Ke Bichhadne Wale Kabhi Yaad
Hi Na Aate...