Besabar Intejar Tha Jiska Iss Jevan Mai,Use Aaj MilaTha,Wo Mujhse Pyar Nahe Karte,Dill Dene Ka Natak Kiya Tha,Phir Bhi Pyar Hone Ke Baad,Bhi Usne Jhut ka Natak Kiya Tha,Usne Bola Dill Hi Nahi Hai Uska,Yehi Baat Bata-te Bata-te Usne Rooya Tha,Dill Use Na Laga Ne Ka kasam laiya Tha,Phir Bhi Mene Use Bohod Jada Pyar Kiya Tha,Lekin Takdir Ne Mujhe Use Milane Ka Wada Kiya Hai,Uske Ghar Wale Ab Maan gaye Hai,Humara Rishta Saja Ne Ka Wada Kiya Hai....
Unki tasveero ko seene se laga lete hai
is tarah judaai ka gam mita lete hai,
kisi tarah kabhi jikar ho jaye unka,
has kar bheegi palke jhuka lete hain…
Satiation, like any state of vitality, always contains a degree of impudence, and that impudence emerges first and foremost when the sated man instructs the hungry one.
Kabhi hath pe,
Kabhi hont pe,
Kabhi ankh pe,
Kabhi nak pe,
Kabhi gal pe...
Kiss
Kisss.
Kiss kadar makhiyan tang karti hain apko.
Nahaoge nahi to aisa hi hogana.
Kuch Badli Hui Taqdeer Nazar Aati Hai;
Dur Tak Yaaadon Ki Zanjeer Nazar Aati Hai;
Mai Padhu Tho Kya Padhu Dost;
Har Panne Par Teri Tasveer Nazar Aathi Hai.
Some have said we must not act until the threat is imminent. Since when have terrorists and tyrants announced their intentions, politely putting us on notice before they strike?
Take the case of the infinite ocean. There is no limit to its water. Suppose a pot is immersed in it: there is water both inside and outside the pot. The jnani sees that both inside and outside there is nothing but Paramatman. Then what is this pot? It is 'I-consciousness'. Because of the pot the water appears to be divided into two parts; because of the pot you seem to perceive an inside and an outside. One feels that way as long as this pot of 'I' exists. When the 'I' disappears, what is remains. That cannot be described in words.
Agar Ankhe Kholo To Chehra
Tumhara Ho, Ankhe Band Karo
To Sapna Tumhara Ho Aapke
Liye Hum Mar Bhi Gaye To Koi
Gam Nahi Hoga Agar Kafan
Ki Jagah Dupta Tumhara Ho.
Kab Unki Aankho Se Izhar Hoga
Dil Ke Kisi Kone Mei Hamare Liye Pyar Hoga
Guzar Rahi He Raat Unki Yaad Me
Kabi to Unko Bhi Hamara Intzar Hoga..!
God Night!!!
Tumse Mil Kar Tumhe Bhulna Mushkil Hai Asaan
Nahi
Deewane Dil Ko Samjhana,Mushkil Hai Asaan Nahi
Har Rasta,Har Manzar Ab To,Koi Fasana Lagta Hai
Jab Se Tum Aaye Ho,Sara Sheher Suhana Lagta
Hai
Jaate Lumho Ka Ruk Jana
Mushkil Hai,Asaan Nahi
I picked such seemingly disparate essays, I thought it was important to say what was the guiding principle in the selection rather than focus on any one essay. I reached for some principle that had been subconscious in me and lifted it into consciousness. Authenticity and sincerity were the most important unifying principles of all these apparently different essays.
The confidence with which a Sovereign is invested, is solid only when it is sanctioned by the suffrages of the people, who clothed him with the supreme magistracy.