Whether we immoralists do any harm to virtue?-Just as little as anarchists do to princes. It is only because they have been shot at that they once again sit securely on their thrones. Moral: we must shoot at morals.
But I go with my friend to the shore of our little river, and with one stroke of the paddle, I leave the village politics and personalities, yes, and the world of villages and personalities behind, and pass into a delicate realm of sunset and moonlight, too bright almost for spotted man to enter without novitiate and probation.
Kagaz Par Hamne Zindgi Likh Di,
Aankhon Se Seench Kar Khushi Likh Di,
Dil Ka Dard Jab Bhi Hum Laaye Lafzon Pe,
Zamane Ne Kaha Dost Wah Kya Ghazal Likh Di...!
Roshan ho deepak sara jag jagmagaye,
liye sath Sita maiyya ko Ram jee hain aaye,
har shahar yu lage mano Ayodhya ho
aao, har dwar har gali har mod pe hum deep jalaye.
Happy Diwali
If there is no order in your relationship with your wife, with your husband, with your children, with your neighbour - whether that neighbour is near or very far away - forget about meditation.
I think we are warranted in contending that a society thus constituted, and which may be rendered so admirable an engine of improvement, far from meriting reproach, deserves highly of the community.
Saans lene se bhi teri yaad aati hai,
Har saans mein teri khushboo bas jati hai,
Kese kahoon ki saans se main zinda hoon,
Jab ki saans se pehle teri yaad aati hai….
अपनी तो ज़िन्दगी है अजीब कहानी है,
जिस चीज़ की चाह है वो ही बेगानी है,
हँसते भी है तो दुनिया को हँसाने के लिए,
वरना दुनिया डूब जाये इन आखों में इतना पानी है।
I'm trying to bring the romance back to music. Old school... Music is meant to be a part of your blood stream, and if it doesn't affect your bloodstream, then you may as well put it back in the shoebox underneath the bed.
I am SHADOW, and my dwelling is near to the Catacombs of Ptolemais, and hard by those dim plains of Helusion which border upon the foul Charonian canal." And then did we, the seven, start from our seats in horror, and stand trembling, and shuddering, and aghast, for the tones in the voice of the shadow were not the tones of any one being, but of a multitude of beings, and, varying in their cadences from syllable to syllable fell duskly upon our ears in the well-remembered and familiar accents of many thousand departed friends.