Kyoo Samajhte Ho Tum Sharaab Meri Kamzori Hai
Jao Poocho Zara Saaki Se
Kitne Gam Ko
Main Ne Dabaya Hai Jaam Ke Sahare
Main Peeta Nahin Sirf Nashe Ke Liye
Ye Sharaab To Meri Saathi Hai
Har Shaam Ke Liye
Dear Boys
Ladkiyo Ke Chakkar Me Mat Padna
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Dosto
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kyu Ki
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Ye Ati He Heer Ki Tarah
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Lagti He Kheer Ki Tarah
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Chubhti He Teer Ki Tarah
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Or End Mai
Halat Kar Deti He Fakeer Ki Tarah
There are problems that just end up being really hard and by definition the only problems that come to my desk are the ones that nobody else can solve.
1 Ladki Ko Anguthi Chahiye Thi,
Lekin Uske Boyfriend Ne Use Anguthi K
Badle Me 1 Teddy Bear Dia.
Gusse Me Ladki Ne Us Teddy Bear Ko
Road Pe Fek Dia.
Boyfriend Teddy Bear Lene Road Pe Gaya
Lekin Tabi Peche Se Ek Car Ne Use Takkar
Maar Dia Or Wo Ladka Wahi Mar Gaya.
Uske Antim Sanskar K Din Us Ladki Ne
Teddy Bear Ko Zoor Se Gale Lagaya Or
Tab Teddy Bear K Andar Laga Hua Machine Bola.
Kya Aap Mujse Shadi Karoge,
Anguthi Mere Pocket Me He kuldeep
We have room but for one Language here and that is the English Language, for we intend to see that the crucible turns our people out as Americans of American nationality and not as dwellers in a polyglot boarding-house.
True Meditation is the space in which everything gets revealed, everything gets seen, everything gets experienced. And as such, it lets go of itself. We don't even let go. It lets go of itself.
Let passion reach a catastrophe and it submits us to an intoxicating force far more powerful than the niggardly irritation of wine or of opium. The lucidity our ideas then achieve, and the delicacy of our overly exalted sensations, produce the strangest and most unexpected effects.
Tere Hone Par Bhi Khud Ko Tanhaa Samjhoon.
Main Be-Wafa Hoon,
Ya Tujh Ko Be-Wafa Samjhoon.?
Teri Be-Rukhi Se Waqt To Guzar Gaya Hai Mera.
Yeh Khud Daari Hai, Ya Teri Adaa Samjhoon.
Tere Baad Kya Haal Huwa Hai Mera..
Yeh Teri Inaayat Hai, Ya Sazaa Samjhoon.
Zakham Dete Ho Aur Marham Bhi Lagaate Ho",
Yeh Teri Aadat Hai, Yaa Adaa Samjhoo.
That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why I will never lose you...." ......... "I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the window, and all the things we'll always have because we cannot possess them
In Bach there is still too much crude Christianity, crude Germanism, crude scholasticism; he stands on the threshold of European (modern) music, but he looks back from there to the Middle Ages.