A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period -
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay -
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
Waqt thoda hai mere pass bahut kuch likhna
baki hai... Vo jakham Jo tune diye abhi bharna
baki hai... Tere adat kuch is tarah pad gyi hai
mujhe ke tere bin kuch dur chalna abhi baki
hai... Shamshan main jalta hua chod ke mat
Jana varna rooh kahege.. Abhi tere yaar ka dil
jalna baki hai..
Young man, if God gives me four years more to rule this country, I believe it will become what it ought to be-what its Divine Author intended it to be-no longer one vast plantation for breeding human beings for the purpose of lust and bondage. But it will become a new Valley of Jehoshaphat, where all the nations of the earth will assemble together under one flag, worshipping a common God, and they will celebrate the resurrection of human freedom.
Meri Har Ek Dhadkan Aap Ke
Liye Hai, Meri Har Ek Muskurahat
Aap Ke Liye Hai, Aap Har Ek
Ada Mere Dil Ko Chura Leti
Hai, Ab Toh Meri Yeah Zindagi
Bhi Aap Ke Liye Hai.
Oxford is a little aristocracy in itself, numerous and dignified enough to rank with other estates in the realm; and where fame and secular promotion are to be had for study, and in a direction which has the unanimous respect of all cultivated nations.
Ye Jhuth Hai Ki Mujhe Pyar Kiya Hai Tune
Per Zindgi Ko Meri Barbaad Kiya Hai Tune
Main Bada Chaahne Wala Tha Tera
Dhokha Jise Sare Bazaar Diya Hai Tune.
If you keep your heart immersed always in the depth of that holy love, your heart is sure to remain ever full to overflowing with the Divine fervour of sacred love.