Ye tanhaiya jo saji hain tere khayalon se,
In se ye subah-shaam yun hi sajtirahe.
Ye akelapan jo tumse doori ka ehsas hai,
Ye dooriya tere didaar ki umeed se sajti rahe
1 “KHWAB ”
1 “KHAYAL ”
1 “HAKIKAT ” ho tum ,
“DOSTI ” me aane wali
“JARURAT ” ho yum ,
jis ko roj SMS krne ko dil kare ,
kya yaar ajeeb ” MUSIBAT ” ho tum .
Dard dene ka andaaz kuchh aisa hai ,
Dard dekar kahte hai ab haal kaisa hai ,
Zahar dekar kahte hai ab peena hoga ,
Jab peeliya to kahte hai ab jeena hoga .....
Jab Bhi Hum Zuke Khuda
Ke Sajde Mein Khuda Se
Manage Yahi Hum Duao Mein
Ki Kami Na Ho Khushiyon
Ki Unk Raahon Mein Chahe
Dua Kabul Hone Ke Badle
Mein Tode Dum Hum Khuda
Ke Sajhde Mein.
It is to be regretted that few persons who have arrived at any degree of eminence or fame, have written Memorials of themselves, at least such as have embraced their private as well as their public life.
He was the meekest of his sex, the mildest of little men. He sidled in and out of a room, to take up the less space. He walked as softly as the Ghost in Hamlet, and more slowly. He carried his head on one side, partly in modest depreciation of himself, partly in modest propitiation of everybody else.