Not only is suicide a sin, it is the sin. It is the ultimate and absolute evil, the refusal to take an interest in existence; the refusal to take the oath of loyalty to life. The man who kills a man, kills a man. The man who kills himself, kills all men. As far as he is concerned he wipes out the world.
A country-bred man can always learn to get on with city people, but a town-bred fellah never gets the real hang of the country. You can put city polish on a man, but by golly, it seems you can't ever rub it off him.
Meri rooh mein na samate to bhook jate tujhe,
Tum itna pass na aate to bhool jate tujhe ,
ye kahte hue mera tumse koi Taluk nahi.
Aakhon me aanrhu na aate to bhool jaate tujhe.
Poonam
Banta dairy likh raha tha
"aaj meri behan ko baccha hone wala
hai
pata nahi ladka hoga ya ladki,
isliye mujhe ye bhi pata nahi ki me
.
.
.
.
mama banunga ya mami"
There is no need to mention the great difference between the amount of satisfaction there is in just oneself being happy and the amount of satisfaction there is in an infinite number of people being happy.
Apni har ik saans teri ghulam kar rakhi hai,
logo me ye zindagi badnam kar rakhi hai,
aaina bhi nahi ab to kisi kam ka…
hamne to apni parchhayi bhi sanam tere naam kar rakhi hai…
Shayad unki ada hai ye jo har din hume tadpate hain wo
Kabi kisi to kabhi kisi bahane se hume satate hain wo,
Na jane kya milta hai unhe jo humpe yeh sitam dhate hain wo
Chain hi nahi milta unhe jab tak hume rulate nahi hain wo.
The honour of parents is a fair and noble treasure to their posterity, but to have the use of a treasure of wealth and honour, and to leave none to your successors, because you have neither money nor reputation of your own, is alike base and dishonourable.