I turn you out of doors tenant desire you pay no rent I turn you out of doors all my best rooms are yours the brain and heart depart I turn you out of doors switch off the lights throw water on the fire I turn you out of doors stubborn desire.
Different people describe me in a different ways. Some describe me as the living Buddha. Nonsense. Some describe me as 'God-king.' Nonsense. Some consider me as a demon or a wolf in Buddhist robes. That also, I think nonsense.
Utar ke dekh meri chahat ki
gehraayi mein
Sochna mere baare mein raat ki
tanhaayi mein
Agar ho jaaye meri chaahat ka
ehsaas tumhein
To milega mera aks tumhein apni hi
parchaayi mein.
Teacher: jo mere agle sawal ka
jawab dega, woh ghar ja sakta h..
Tabhi Rahul apna bag bahar fek
deta hai.
Teacher: woh bag kisne feka???
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Rahul: maine, aur ab mai gharja
raha hu...:-D:-D:-P
Teacher Shocked&Rahul Rocked ;-
Santa : yar tu kabhi kisi shok sabha
mein gaya
kya?
Banta:Ha Yaar, Bade badtamiz
logaAte H waha,main 2 ghante
baitha Par kisine mujse has k baat
tak Nhi ki. :P:D,,,,
Her [Mary's] motherhood extends beyond view. In the will of the Son, she becomes at once mother and maid: sheltering him, but sheltered in him, forming him, but formed by him ... When she pronounces the words: 'Be it done to me according to thy word', the Mother conceives the mystery from the Trinity, in order to give it to the Son. The Son gives the word back to the Trinity by giving everything he has back to the Father in the Spirit. Then, after the Father has received it again, it is distributed to mankind by means of that extravagant expansioning-the Eucharist and the Holy Spirit.
Pappu Bhagwan Se Prarthna Kar Raha Tha.
Pappu: “Bhagwan, Please Punjab Ko America Ki Rajdhani Bana Do Plzzzz”
Bhagwan Ji Ne Ye Suna Aur HairanHokar Prakat Hue Aur Puchha: “Kyun Be?”
Pappu: “Kyunki Main Exam Mein Likh Aaya Hoon“.
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As great as technology is, it still has it's limitations, because it's only a frame of the truth
Mujh Se Milne Ko Woh Kerta Thaa Bahane Kitne
Ab Guzare Ga Mere Saath Zamane Kitne
Main Giri Thi To Buhut Log Ruke Thay Lekin
Sochti Houn Mujhe Aaye Thay Uthaane Kitne
Jis Tarah Main Ne Tujhe Apna Bana Rakha Hai
Sochte Hongey Yehi Baat Na Jaane Kitne
Tum Naya Zakhm Lagao Tumhein Is Se Kya Hai
Bharne Wale Hain Abhee Zakhm Purane Kitne…
Wherein lies a poet's claim to originality? That he invents his incidents? No. That he was present when his episodes had their birth? No. That he was first to repeat them? No. None of these things has any value. He confers on them their only originality that has any value, and that is his way of telling them.