I do not understand this squeamishness about the use of gas. We have definitely adopted the position at the Peace Conference of arguing in favour of the retention of gas as a permanent method of warfare. It is sheer affectation to lacerate a man with the poisonous fragment of a bursting shell and to boggle at making his eyes water by means of lachrymatory gas.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
Dil ko main samjhaoon kaise ?
Aana chahoon tere pass, to aaon kaise ?
Meri har saans amanat hai teri yadon ki,
Toot kar is se zyada tujhe chahu kaise ?
K.k
Baat Woh Karo Jo Auron Ko
Achhi Lage Shayari Woh Likho
Jo Dil Ki Hatal Baya Karen
Dost Aese Banao Jo Gum Mei Sine
Se Lage Pehchan Woh Banao Ki
Jane Ke Baad Bhi Log Yaad Karen.
Nothing is more creative than death, since it has the whole secret of life. It means that the past must be abandoned, that the unknown cannot be avoided, that 'I' cannot continue, and that nothing can be ultimately fixed. When a man knows this, he lives for the first time in his life. By holding his breath, he loses it. By letting go he finds it.
PYAr ka 1 baar IJHAAr kar lo.
PHIR sari hade PAAr kar lo,
PALKE utha kar Jara sa DIDAR kar lo,
Ham khus kismat kahalenge,
AGAR has ke BATE do-char kar lo.
The past is of no importance. The present is of no importance. It is with the future that we have to deal. For the past is what man should not have been. The present is what man ought not to be. The future is what artists are.
People try so hard to believe in leaders now, pitifully hard. But we no sooner get a popular reformer or politician or soldier or writer or philosopher -- a Roosevelt, a Tolstoi, a Wood, a Shaw, a Nietzsche, than the cross-currents of criticism wash him away. My Lord, no man can stand prominence these days. It's the surest path to obscurity. People get sick of hearing the same name over and over.
Hain Phoolon Ki Daali Ye Baahen Tumhaari,
Hai Khaamosh Jaadu Nigaahen Tumhaari,
Jo kaanten Ho Sab Apni Daaman Mein Bhar Loon,
Bichaawoon Main Kaliyon Se Raahen Tumhaari !!
Gulab Ki Mahak Ko Churaya Nahi Jata,
Suraj Ki Rosni Ko Chhupaya Nahi Jata
.
Duriya Chahe Kitni Bhi Ho Dosto Me.
Lekin Chahkar Bhi Dosto Ko Bhulaya Nahi Jata.