Everyone seems to assume that the unscrupulous parts of journalism will be the frivolous or jocular parts. This is against all ethical experience. Jokes are generally honest. Complete solemnity is almost always dishonest. The writer of the snippet merely refers to a frivolous and fugitive fact in a frivolous and fugitive way. The writer of the leading article has to write about a fact he has known for 20 minutes as though he has studied it for 20 years.
Suno Aik Baar
Mujhe har Pal tumhari Yaad aati hai,
Kabhi saanson k chalne Pe Kabhi dil k machalne Par,
Kabhi baarish barasne Pe Kabhi aankhen chalakne Pe,
Kabhi chanda nikalne Pe Kabhi sooraj k dhalne Par,
Kabhi shab k andheron mein
Kabhi din k saweron mein,
Kabhi Logon k meley mein Kabhi tanha akeley mein,
Tumhari bas tumhari sirf
tumhari yaad aati hai
Koi Kehta Hy yadain Nasha Ban JatiHain,
.
Koi Kehta Hy K yaden Saza Ban Jati Hain,
.
Per yaad Jab Sachy Dil Sy Kro Tu,
.
yadein Hi Jiney Ki Waja Ban Jati Hain..
Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity.
Uska Khayaal Mujhe Soone Nahi Deti..
Khud Mujhe Apni Khabar Hone Nahi Deti..
Uske Pyar Ki Aisi Hai Khusboo..
Jo Mere Dil Par Kisi Aur Ka Asar Hone Nahi Deti..!
In terms of what people think about me, the truth of the matter is, I guess I care to a certain extent, but not enough to try to go out in the public and plead for some kind of new understanding of me.
Unhai Jab Dekha Humne To Dekhte Reh Gaye,
Apna Dil Na Jane Kab De Gaye,
Pyar Kya Hota H Ye Mil Ker Jana Unse,
Is Me Dard Bhi Hota H Dur Reh Ker Jana Unse,
Is Dard-E-Dil Ki Wo Dawa Bangayi,
Dil Ka Sukun Rooh Ki Pyaas Bangayi,
Apne Pyar Ka Izhar Kaise Ker Dete Unse,
3 Lafzon Me Seemat Jaye Aisa Pyar Hi Kaha Tha
Unse
Khuddariyon ke khoon ko arzan na kar sake
hum apne jauharon ko numayan na kar sake
hokar kharab-e-may tere gham to bhula diye
lekin gam-e-hayat ka daraman na kar sake
tuta talism-e-ahad-e-mohabbat kuch is tarah
phir aarzoo ke shama furezan na kar sake
har shay qarib aake kashish apni kho gai
wo bhi ilaj-e-shauq-e-gurezan na kar sake
kis darja dil-shikan the mohabbat ke hadase
hum zindagi mein phir koi araman na kar sake
mayusiyon ne chin liye dil ke val-vale
wo bhi nishat-e-ruh ka saman na kar sake
The infinitude of creation is great enough to make a world, or a Milky Way of worlds, look in comparison with it what a flower or an insect does in comparison with the Earth.