By virtue of this science the poet is the Namer, or Language-maker, naming things sometimes after their appearance, sometimes after their essence, and giving to every one its own name and not another's, thereby rejoicing the intellect, which delights in detachment or boundary.
दुनिया में कोई भी चीज़ अपने आपके लिए नहीं बनी है।
जैसे:
दरिया - खुद अपना पानी नहीं पीता।
पेड़ - खुद अपना फल नहीं खाते।
सूरज - अपने लिए हररात नहीं देता।
फूल - अपनी खुशबु अपने लिए नहीं बिखेरते।
मालूम है क्यों?
क्योंकि दूसरों के लिए ही जीना ही असली जिंदगी है।
PYAR VYAR to ek bahana hai,
Aankh mile na mile LIPS ko milana hai,
Yehi style hai sab ASHIQON ka,
kya kare yaar RAJ KAPUR ka nahi IMRAN HASHMI ka zamana hai!
Pappu Aur Uski Girlfriend Ek Din School Ke Ground
Mein Bethe The.
Girlfriend Ne Kuch Sochte Hue Pappu Se Puchha:
“Yaar,Ye Lal Killa Lal Kyun Hai?”
Pappu Bhi Majak Ke Mood Mein Tha Bola. “Kyunki,
Rajnikant Ne Paan Kha Kar Us Par Pichkari Mari Thi, .
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Ab Ye Mat Puchhna Ki Taj Mahal Safed Kyun Hai ?
hahahahha
To those of you who received honours, awards and distinctions, I say, well done. And to the C students, I say, you too can be president of the United States.
Koi Dard Hi Na Ho Mujhe Aisa Bana Do,
Mujhe Aap Apne Hi Jaisa Bana Do,
Maayoos Hota Hoon Jab Woh Todte Hai Dil,
1 Patthar Ka Dil Mere Bhi Seene Me Laga Do.
Ho Jaaun Fanah Asi Dua Do.
Mujhe Bhi Bedard Bana Do.
Khamoshi Main Kate Din Mere Na Koi Salha Do.
Mujhe Bhi Bewafai Karni Sikha Do.:(