If I am Wrong,
I Need Your Hand To Correct Me.
If I am Lost,
I Need Your Hand To Guide Me.
If One Fine Day I Die,
I Need Your Hand To Close My Eyes..!!
Russia's most precious resource is the brain power of this country. And you've got a lot of it. It's going to take a lot of brains in Russia to create a drain.
For some natures, changing their opinions is just as much a requirement of cleanliness as changing their clothes: for others, however, it is merely a requirement of vanity.
jab se usne hame.
apne dil se nikala.
hum na jaane kaha kho gaye.
wo to hame chhod k chale gaye.
or hum kaha aa gaye uski yaad me hame kuch pata bhi nahi chala.
soo bad
Dosti Ek Dil Ka Naata He,
Jo Badi Ibaadat Se Nibhaya
Jata He, Isme Duriya Ho
To Koi Parwah Nahi, Kyunki
Dosto Ko Aankho Me Nahi,
Dil Me Basaya Jata He..
If to enjoy even an enjoyable present we must have the assurance of a happy future, we are “crying for the moon.” We have no such assurance. The best predictions are still matters of probability rather than certainty, and to the best of our knowledge every one of us is going to suffer and die. If, then, we cannot live happily without an assured future, we are certainly not adapted to living in a finite world where, despite the best plans, accidents will happen, and where death comes at the end.
Wafa Ka Zikr Chla To Muje Ehsas Howa,
Wo Naqsh Apni Wafa K Mita Chuka Hoga,
Jo Meri Ankh Ko Aina Kaha Kerta Tha,
Wo Mera Chehra B Kab Ka Bhula Chuka Hoga.
Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead . . . That we descant and yet again descant Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song: Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young We loved each other and were ignorant.
Kal Raat Meri Aankho Se
Ek Aansu Nikal Aaya, Main
Ne Usse Puchha To Usne
Muskura Kar Ye Bataya, Koi
Teri Aankho Me Hai Etna
Samaya, Mai Chah Kar Bhi
Apni Jagah Nahi Bana Paya.!
खवाहिश नही मुझे मशहुर होने की।
आप मुझे पहचानते हो बस इतना ही काफी है।
अच्छे ने अच्छा और बुरे ने बुरा जाना मुझे।
क्यों की जीसकी जीतनी जरुरत थी उसने उतना ही पहचाना मुझे।
ज़िन्दगी का फ़लसफ़ा भी कितना अजीब है,
शामें कटती नहीं, और साल गुज़रते चले जा रहे हैं....!!
एक अजीब सी दौड़ है ये ज़िन्दगी,
जीत जाओ तो कई अपने पीछे छूट जाते हैं,
और हार जाओ तो अपने ही पीछे छोड़ जाते हैं।