Tu Hi Bata Meri Mohabbat Ko Bhulaane Waale..
Mai Teri Yaad Ko Is Dilse Bhulaau Kaise..
Phool Hoti To Tere Dar Pe Saji Rehti
Par
Dil Ka Zakhm Lekar Teri Dehleez Par Aau Kaise..!
Unhe Nafrat Thi Mujhse To
Izhar Kiyon Kiya. Dena Tha
Zaher To Pyaar Kiyon Kiya.
Dekar Zaher Bole Peena Hoga...
Jab Ham Use Pee Gaye To Bole
Tumhe Meri Kasam Jeena Hoga.
Tanhayi Mere Dil Me Samati
Chali Gayi, Kismat Bhi Apna
Khel Dikhati Chali Gayi,
Mehki Fiza Me Jo Dekha Pyar
Ko, Bas Yaad Kisi Ki
Aayi Aur Rulati Chali Gayi.
Zaroori Kaam Hai Lekin Rozana
Bhul Jata Hun, Mujhey Tum Se
Mohabbat Hai Batana Bhul Jata
Hun, Teri Galion Mein Phirna Itna
Acha Lagta Hai, Mein Rasta Yad
Rakhta Hun Thikana Bhul Jata Hun!!
There is no such thing as living alone, for all living is relationship; but to live without direct relationship demands high intelligence, a swifter and greater awareness for self-discovery.
As thinkers, mankind has ever divided into two sects, Materialists and Idealists; the first class founding on experience, the second on consciousness; the first class beginning to think from the data of the senses, the second class perceive that the senses are not final and say, The senses give us representations of things, but what are the things themselves, they cannot tell. The materialist insists on facts, on history, on the force of circumstances and the animal wants of man; the idealists on the power of Thought and Will, on inspiration, on miracle, on individual culture.
bhagwan shiv tapsya se khush hoker bole beta tujhe kya chahiye. . . .?
prabhu mujhe dj system dedo.
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abe dj system hota to main damru kyo bajata...
Too many people don't protect their smartphones with a password or PIN. I anticipate that Apple's fingerprint reader will in fact make iPhone 5S owners more likely to secure their smartphones.
Lage na nazar is rishtey ko zamane ki,
Pade n zaroorat ek duje ko manane ki,
Aap n chodna dosti ka saath,
Hamari bhi tamanna hai
maut tak dosti nibhane ki!
Tumne Mera Dard Agar Samjha Hota,
Toh Yoon Jamaane Ne Mujhe Na Mitaya Hota,
Rusvayi Toh Ishq Ki Saugat Hoti Hai,
Kaash Tumne Ise Palkon Par Uthaya Hota,
Toh Na Ajab Asool Kabhi Ulfat Ka Hota.
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.