Ye Chand b shayad kisi
se Pyar krta h ,
Baadlo me chup k kisi
ka Deedar krta h ,
Kho jati h dunia neend
k Aagosh me
aur
ye tanha kisi ka Intzaar
krta h .
Ik Ladki Hai Is Dunia Mein, Jise Pyar Main Karta Hu
Ik Ladki Hai Is Dunia Mein Jiski Aankho Par Marta Hu
Par Aksar Ye Khyal Mere Dil Mein Aata Rahta Hai
Wo Mujhse Pyar Bhi Karti Hai, Ya Main Pagalpan Karta Hu
Khair Khyalato Se Mujhko Ab Kya Lena Dena Hai
Jab Mere Khyalo Mein Doobi Wo, Aur Mein Itrata Rahta Hu
Aksar Chori Se Chupke Se, Wo Mujhe Nihara Karti Hai
Main Bhi Usko Hi Dekh Dekh Din-Raat Gujara Karta Hu
Suna Hai Maine Shaam Ke Waqt, Wo Gali Ko Meri Takti Hai
Main Bhi Uski Hi Raaho Mein Palko Ko Bichaye Rakhta Hu
Yu Khatm Na Ho Kissa Ye Us Se Mere Milne Ka
Bas Isiliye Din Raat Mein Allah Se Dua Karta Hu
Great believers are always reckoned infidels, impracticable, fantastic, atheistic, and really men of no account. The spiritualist finds himself driven to express his faith by a series of skepticisms.
So many people commute in this country by car long enough distances to really cut into their income, their real income, that they would change their vote based on gas prices.
He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.
So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.