DOST Aye Thy Qabar Pe Dia Jalane K Liye.
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GOR FRMAIYE,
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DOST Aye Thy Qabar Pe Dia Jalane K Liye...
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Rkha Hua PHOL B Le Gye kaminey Valentine day Manane K Liye :D
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Salo sudhar jao :
Indian hone par kariye garv , Milke manaayen loktantra ka parv , Desh ke dushmanon ko milke harao , Har ghar par " TIRANGA " lehrao .
" HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY "
Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
The same relation exists between merchant and pirate, who for a long period are one and the same person: where the one function appears to them inadvisable, they exercise the other.
Raat ka andhera ek khwaab laata
hai,
Din ka ujaala ek intezaar laata
hai,
Aap saath ho na ho,
Hawa ka har jhonka aapka ka
ehsaas laata hai
Good Morning.........
Happiness, eternal or temporal, is not the reward that mankind seeks, Happinesses are but his wayside companions. His soul is in the journey and in the struggle.
Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.