Mohabbat har Insan ko ajmati
hai,
Kisi se ruth jati hai kisi pe
muskurati hai,
Mohabat khel hi aisa hai,
Kisi ka kuch nahi jata aur kisi ki
jaan hi chali jati hai…
Love shouldn't be about jealousy or anything like that. It should be about commitment and being able to trust that person. If you can't have that from the get-go, there's a problem.
You shut out from your society the gentle and the good. You laugh at the simple and the pure. living, as you all do, on other and by them, you need at self-sacrifice, and if you throw bread to the poor, it is merely to keep them quiet for a season.
Dil ke dard ko, zaahir na hone diya,....
Khud to roye, auro ko na rone diya,.....
Aanshu hamaare nikle, jab bhi palke uni bhigi...
Kya huwa jo unhe, maalum na hone diya
Men have presented their plans and philosophies for the remedying of earth's ills, but Jesus stands alone in presenting not a system, but His own personality as capable of supplying the needs of the soul.
wo ro ro kar apne dard ko batae rahe...
hamari tanhaiyon se aankhe churate rahe...
phir b hame bewafai ka ilzaam mila yaro....
kiyon ki har dard ko ham hans hans ke chhipate rahe..?
TUMHE GAYE HUYE BORSO HOGAYE.
TUMHARI TALASH MAIN HUM DUNIYA MAIN KHO GAYE_______
TUM KEHTE THHE AAWOGE____
DEKHO TUMHARE WADE KO BARSO HOGAY....
AB TO AA BHI JAAO KE HAM EK JHALAK KO TARASTE BARSO HOGAYE...
Tasveer Ko Teri Banate Hain Aankhon Mein
Khushboo Ko Teri Basate Hain Sanson Mein
Jab Se Mohabbat Huyi Hai Tumse Jaane Tamanna
Har Khwab Ko Teri Yaadon Se Sajate Hain Raaton Mein.
Dil Armaano Se Houseful
Hai, Pura Hoga Ya Nhi Ye
Doubtful Hai, Yun To Duniya
Me Har Cheez Wondarful Hai,
Par Zindagi Aap Jaise
Dosto Se Powerful Hai..!
I think I've actually returned to a kind of realism about how the world works. That's helpful. Because in a way, no matter who's in charge of the corporation that the United States is, the direction in which it is taken seems to be inexorable. So, you just get the job of being the front man for four or eight years. Now, most people realize that's what you are.
A Senior Student During Ragging Says:
On Ur Marriage I Will Kiss Ur Wife
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Junior Students reply:
Ok Fine Sir But I’m Going To Marry Ur
Sister!”