Hum Dard Jhelne Se Nahi Darte,
Par Us Dard Ke Khatm Hone Ki Koi Aas To Ho,
Dard Chahe Kitna Bhi Dardnak Kyu Na Ho,
Par Dard Dene Wale Ko Uska Ehsaas To Ho.
Log Roop dekhte h Hum Dil,
Log Sapne dekhte h Hum Haqiqat.
Logo Me aur Humme itna fark h.
Log Duniya me Dost dekhte hain Aur Hum Dost me Duniya.
!:-)GooD EvEnInG:-)!
I confess . . . that I am not myself very much concerned with the question of influence, or with those publicists who have impressed their names upon the public by catching the morning tide and rowing very vast in the direction in which the current was flowing; but rather that there should always be a few writers preoccupied in penetrating to the core of the matter, in trying to arrive at the truth and to set it forth, without too much hope, without ambition to alter the immediate course of affairs, and without being downcast or defeated when nothing appears to ensue.
Possibly. Basically,everything that happens in our life is our fault and ours alone. A lot of people go through the same difficulties we went through, and they react completely differently. We looked for the easiest way out: a separate reality.
When we don't pay close attention to the decisions made by our leaders, when we fail to educate ourselves about the major issues of the day, when we choose not to make our voices and opinions heard, that's when democracy breaks down. That's when power is abused. That's when the most extreme voices in our society fill the void that we leave. That's when powerful interests and their lobbyists are most able to buy access and influence in the corridors of power - because none of us are there to speak up and stop them.
Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain.