He who has attained the freedom of reason to any extent cannot, for a long time, regard himself otherwise than as a wanderer on the face of the earth - and not even as a traveler towards a final goal, for there is no such thing. But he certainly wants to observe and keep his eyes open to whatever actually happens in the world; therefore he cannot attach his heart too firmly to anything individual; he must have in himself something wandering that takes pleasure in change and transitoriness.
Dosti hamari hai sabse pyari,
Koi chahe kitna, na tootegi yaari hamari,
Kab tak rahenge saath ye nahi jaante hum,
Par bhula na paaoge kabhi ye zaroor jaante hain hum..
Meri Band Aankho Ka Sacha Khwab Ho Tum
In Tanhaiyon Ke Sawalo Ka Jawab Ho Tum
Ab To Duniya Bhi Rooth Jaye To Gam Na Hoga
Meri Duniya, Kaynaat, Mera Chand Ho Tum…
Bahut khubsurat unka har andaaz hai, haqiqat
hai ya khwaab hai, khushnaseebon ke paas rehte
hain wo, mere paas to bas unki meethi si yaad
hai............ ..
sardarji ne Horse riding karte waqt red light kross kar di,
traffic police wale ne seeti mari
sardar ji ne ghode ki punch utha k kaha le kar le number not.
Badi koshish ke baad
unhe
bhula diya ,
Unki yaadon ko dil se
mita
diya ,,
Ek din fir unka paigam
aaya
likha tha mujhe bhool
jao ,
Aur mujhe bhula hua har
lamha yaad dila diya!*!