Koi sayar koi fakir ban jaye,
Aapko jo dekh le wo khud tasveer ban jaye,
Na phoolo ki zarurat na kaliyo ki,
Jaha aap kadam rakhe wahi tasveer ban jaye.
Confusion conditions activity, which conditions consciousness, which conditions embodied personality, which conditions sensory experiences, which conditions impact, which conditions mood, which conditions craving, which conditions clinging, which conditions becoming, which conditions birth, which conditions aging and death.
Anybody who really wants to abolish war must resolutely declare himself in favor of his own country's resigning a portion of sovereignty in place of international institutions.
I must share my feelings n let u know
u shelter by ur lov n help me grow
If anything bothers me n my lyf is slow
ur prayers help strong winds 2 blow.
Happy Birthday, Dear Sister
We must hold a man amenable to reason for the choice of his daily craft or profession. It is not an excuse any longer for his deeds that they are the custom of his trade. What business has he with an evil trade?
Kuch aise ghao bhi hote hain
jinhen zakhmi aap nahi dhote
bin roye huye aansuon ke tarah
sine mein chupa ke rakhte hain
aur sari umr nahi rote
ninden bhi muhaiya hoti hain
sapane bhi dur nahi hote
q phir bhi jagate rehte hain
q sari raat nahi sote
ab kis se kahen ae jan-e-vafa
ye ahal-e-vafa kis aag mein jalate rehte hain
q bujh ke rakh nahi hote
पत्नी के जन्मदिन पर पति ने पूछा-तुम्हे क्या गिफ्ट चाहिए?
पत्नी की इच्छा नयी कार लेने की थी
उसने इशारों में कहा-मुझे ऐसी चीज लेकर दो जिस पर मेरे सवार होते ही वो 2 सेकण्ड में 0 से 80 पर पहुँच जाये।
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शाम को ही पति ने उसे वजन करने की मशीन लाकर दे दी ।
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Kya hua agar wo mere pas nahi
par me aaj bhi use mahobat karta hu....
Isliye nahi ki koi aur nahi mili....
par isliye ki usase mahobat karne se fursat hi nahi milti
Sabse ghul mill jaane ki aadat hai humein
apni alag pehchan banane ki aadat hai humein
jitna koi gehra gam deta hai
utna hi meetha muskurane ki aadat hai humein.
There is at the back of every artist’s mind something like a pattern and a type of architecture. The original quality in any man of imagination is imagery. It is a thing like the landscape of his dreams; the sort of world he would like to make or in which he would like to wander, the strange flora and fauna, his own secret planet, the sort of thing he likes to think about. This general atmosphere, and pattern or a structure of growth, governs all his creations, however varied.
We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.