We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet. Thus, in his sonnets, the lays of birds, the scents and dyes of flowers, he finds to be the shadow of his beloved; time, which keeps her from him, is his chest; the suspicion she has awakened, is her ornament
Santa: Woh ladki kitni sundar
hai!
Banta: Mujhe uska naam pata
hai.
Santa: Kya naam hai uska?
Banta: Woh bank mein kaam
karti hai, uske counter ke upar
uska naam likha tha "CHAALU
KHAATA"
Chandini Rato Me Sara Jahan Sota Hai,
Lekin Kisi Ki Mohabbat Me Koi Bad Naseeb Rota Hai,
Khuda,
Kisi Ko Mohobbat Me Fida Na Kare,
Agar Kare To Qyamat Tak Juda Na Kare.
"A name isn't a person." Ga said. "Don't ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you are, they're always with you because they're a part of you."
Tera Hi Chehra Aankhon Me Basa Hai,
Tera Hi Naam Dil Ke Falak Pe Likha Hai,
Yun Na Chupa Pallu Se Apne Chehre Ko,
"Lohan" To Sirf Teri Jhalak Pe Mita Hai.
I Love You More
Than All The Stars In The Sky.
I Love You More
As Each Moment Passes Us By.
I Love You More
With Every Breath I Take.
I Love You More
With Each Promise We Make
Tea ceremony is a way of worshipping the beautiful and the simple. All one's efforts are concentrated on trying to achieve perfection through the imperfect gestures of daily life. Its beauty consists in the respect with which it is performed. If a mere cup of tea can bring us closer to God, we should watch out for all the other dozens of opportunities that each ordinary day offers us.
Jaati Nai Aankhon Se Surat Teri…..
Na Jaati Hai Dil Se Mohabbat Teri
Tere Jaane Ke Baad Hota Hai Mehsoos Yu
Humein Aur Bhi Jyada Hai Zaroorat Teri… Sagarr Se7en575