Say not unto thyself, Behold, truth breedeth hatred, and I will avoid it; dissimulation raiseth friends, and I will follow it. Are not the enemies made by truth, better than the friends obtained by flattery?
Wo Baat Hi Kya Karu Jiski Khabar Hi Na Ho,
Woh Dua Hi Kya Karu Jiska Asar Hi Na Ho,
Kaise Keh Du Aapko Lag Jaye Meri Umar,
Kya Pata Agle Hi Pal Humari Umar Hi Na Rahe.
A relative of mine ... spends his time producing improved breeds of sheep and pigs and chickens. So patronising and irritating to teh Almighty, I should think.
Mera Afsurda Chehra Is Liye Bhi
Zard Rehta Hai
Mujhe Apne Elawa Bhi, kisi Ka Dard
Rehta Hai
Tumhare Bad Baki Or Toh Sub Theek
Hai Lekin
Jahan Dil Tha Kabhi Pehle, Wahan Ab
Dard Rehta Hai...
Kehne ko shabad nahi hai,
Bhejne konaye SMS nhi hai,
Par "DIL" se ek baat kehte hai,
.
Apana khyal rakhna.
.
Qki
.
Mere pas aap jaisa dushra dost nhi hai.
Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.