Poetry is a rhythmical piece of writing that leaves the reader feeling that life is a little richer than before, a little more full of wonder, beauty, or just plain delight.
*apka “MUSKURANA” har roz ho,
Kabhi chehra “KAMAL” to kabhi “ROSE” ho,
100 pal “KHUSHI” 1000 pal “MAUJ” ho,
Bas aisa hi din apka har “ROZ” ho.
Good Morning sweet
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Sales-man Ne Santa Ka Darwaja Khatkataya Aur Puchha
Sales-man: “ Ji, Cockroch Ke Liye Powder Loge Kya? ”
Santa: “ Nahi, Hum Cockroch Ko Itna Laad-Pyar Nahi Karte, Aaj Powder Laga Denge To Kal Sala Deo Mangega “
Na Jane Kis Ulfat Main Hum Unse Dil
Laga Baithe, Apni Zindgi Ka Har
Lamha Ashqon Se Saja Baithe, Ek
Ishara Kiya Tha Unhone Hamari
Zindagi Se Jane Ka, Us Be Murravat
Ki Yad Main Aashiyana Hi Jala Baithe.
Every man is a revolutionist concerning the thing he understands. For example, every person who has mastered a profession is a skeptic concerning it, and consequently a revolutionist.
I would rather sustain the penalties resulting from over-conservatism than face the consequences of error, perhaps with permanent capital loss, resulting from the adoption of "New Era" philosophy where trees really do grow to the sky.
This is a war between good and evil. And we have made it clear to the world that we will stand strong on the side of good, and we expect other nations to join us. This is not a war between our world and their world. It is a war to save the world.
Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.
Khafa Hone Se Pehle Khata
Bata Dena, Rulaane Se
Pehle Hasna Sikha Dena,
Agar Jana Ho Kabi Humse Dur
Aapko To, Pehle Bina Saans
Liye Jeena Sikha Dena..!
Jinki Raahon Mein Humne Bhichai The Sitare;Unse Kehte Hai Harpal Aansuon Ke Sahare;Ho Gaye Hai Saare Shikwe Kitne Kinare;Magar Phir Bhi Kyun Woh Hua Na Humare