Everything is based on mind, is led by mind, is fashioned by mind. If you speak and act with a pure mind, happiness will follow you, as a shadow clings to a form.
two girls are traveling in a train
Girl-1: Tujhe kaisa pati chahiye?
Girl-2: Mujhe Crorepati chaiiye.
Girl-1: Crorepati na miley to?
Girl-2: 50 lakh ke 2 pati chaleñge.
Girl-1: 50 lakh ke na miley to?
Girl-2: 25 lakh ke 4 pati bhi chaleñge.
UPPER birth pe soya hua Pappu bola:
JAB YE 1000 RUPAYE PE AAYE TO MUJHE UTHA
DENA..!
Aarju ke diye dil me jalte rahainge meri aankhon se aansu nikalte rahainge dil main roshni toh karo tum shama ban ke mon ke tarah yu he piglhate rahainge .
By HARERAM
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing. Beauty grown sad with its eternity Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea. Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait, For God has bid them share an equal fate; And when at last defeated in His wars, They have gone down under the same white stars, We shall no longer hear the little cry Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.
Har saans ke saath mujhe socha karoge tum,
Apne hi aks mein dhoonda karoge tum.
Jab yaad ayegi tum ko wafa meri,
Phir har shaks ko chahat se dekha karoge tum.
Aaj meri tanhaiyon pe has rahe ho naa,
Mujhse bichad ke isi baat pe roya karoge tum...
On dispersive ground, therefore, fight not. On facile ground, halt not. On contentious ground, attack not. On open ground, do not try to block the enemy's way. On the ground of intersecting highways, join hands with your allies. On serious ground, gather in plunder. In difficult ground, keep steadily on the march. On hemmed-in ground, resort to stratagem. On desperate ground, fight.
Lies About Love We are all liars, because The truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, Whereas letters are fixed, and we live by the letter of truth. The love I feel for my friend, this year, is different from the love I felt last year. If it were not so, it would be a lie. Yet we reiterate love! love! love! as if it were a coin with fixed value instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.
Beauty is the greatest of human powers. Any power without counterbalance or control becomes autocratic and leads to abuse and to folly. Despotism in a government is insanity; in woman, fantasy.
Mitti Par Likh Ke Mera Naam
Mitaaya Na Karo, Aankh Sach
Bolti Hai Pyar Chupaaya Na
Karo, Log Har Baat Ka Afsaana
Bana Lete Hain, Sab Ko Apni
Dastaan Sunaaya Na Karo, Ye
Zaruri Nahi Har Shaks Masiha
Hi Ho, Pyar Ka Zakhm
Amaanat Hai Dikhaya Na Karo..!