Meri Chahat Ko Chahe Musibat Kehna,
Apni Nazar Ko Mere Liye Nafrat Kehna,
Par Akele Me Jab Ansoo Bhari Aankhe
Meri Yaad Dilaye,
To Jaan Use Meri Mohabbat Kehna.
Slavery is wrong. If Slavery is right, all words, acts, laws, and Constitutions against it, are themselves wrong, and should be silenced, and swept away.
Chup Rahoge To Baat Kon Karega,
Hum Na Honge To Yaad Kon Karega,
Maana Ke Hum itne Sweet To Nahi Jo Aapko Pal-Pal Yaad Aaye,
Par Hum Na Rahe To Aapko Pareshaan Kon Karega.
Look sharply after your own thoughts. They come unlooked for, like a new bird seen on your trees, and, if you turn to your usual task, disappear; and you shall never find that perception again; never, I say-but perhaps years, ages, and I know not what events and worlds my lie between you and its return.
कल जो मैंने एक बच्चे से पूछा: पढ़ाई कैसी चल रही है? उसका जवाब आया अंकल, समंदर जितना सिलेबस है; नदी जितना पढ़ पाते हैं; बाल्टी जितना याद होता है; गिलास भर लिख पाते हैं; चुल्लू भर नंबर आते हैं; उसी में डूब कर मर जाते हैं। :fallen_leaf::sleepy::fallen_leaf::innocent::palm_tree::stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes::ocean::rage::heavy_dollar_sign:
Wo Tera Hathon Ki Unglion Ko
Milla Ka Zulfon Main Kho Sa Jana,
Haya Ko Chehray Pa Phir Sjana
Phool Chehra Khila Khila K,
Wo Hath Horon Ka Ghar Hon Jaisa
Wo Paon Paryon Ka Par Hon Jaisa,
Nahi Ha Teri Misal Jana,
Main Thak Gya Hon Bata Bata K..ii
Kaha The Ham Hosh Me Jo Khud Ko Sahara Dete.
Yhi Bahut Tha Ke Har Gam Par Muskra Dete
Agar Chehre Par Dikhte Jakhm
Dil Ke To Kasam Se Aaiene Ko Bhi Rula Dete.
My story starts at sea... a perilous voyage to an unknown land... a shipwreck... The wild waters roar and heave... The brave vessel is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls within her drowned... all save one... a lady... whose soul is greater than the ocean... and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace... Not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story... for she will be my heroine for all time. And her name will be... Viola.
Too early religious advancement of the Hindus and that superfineness in everything which made them cling to higher alternatives, have reduced them to what they are. The Hindus have to learn a little bit of materialism from the West and teach them a little bit of spirituality.
Tere Bina Hum Jeena Bhool Jate Hain;
Zakhmon Ko Seena Bhool Jate Hain;
Tu Zindagi Mein Sub Se Azeez Hai Hamain;
Tujhse Her Baar Yeh Kehna Bhool Jaate Hain! Hushain2