Hume Jeene Nahi Deti Hai Ye Gujari Huyi yaadein
Hame Se Bhooli Nahi Jati Hai Ye Biti Huyi Baatein
Ab Kaise Kahein Ham Tum se Ye Dost Teri Baatein
Hame Har Pal Yaad Dilata Hai TeriHar Chhoti chhoti Baatein.
Kya Hai Wafa E Mohabbat
Teri Raah Dekhte Hain
Tere Ishq Mein Jeene Ki
Chaah Dekte Hain
Tujhse Hai Pyaar Sanam Dilo Jaan Se
Ab To Bs Teri Mohabbat Ka Paigaam Dekhte Hain..iu
Everyone strives to attain the Law,' answers the man, 'how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?' The doorkeeper perceives that the man is nearing his end and his hearing is failing, so he bellows in his ear: 'No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended for you. I am now going to shut it.
Palkon ki nami mein chupa ker sapno ko.....
Humne unhe jaane ki ijaazat de di ......
Hum toot kar bikhar gaye tukdo mai.....
Aur unhe muskraaane ki ijaazat de di .....
One thing we have endeavoured to observe most scrupulously, namely, never to depart from the strictest facts and, in dealing with the difficult questions that have arisen during the year, we hope that we have used the utmost moderation possible under the circumstances.
Ek Teacher Chumban Ka Virodh Karte
Hue Bachho Ko Samjha RahaThha
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.
.
Teacher: “Jab Koi Ladki Kisi Ladke
Ko Kiss Karti Hai
To wo Apne Muh Se Dusre kMuh me 40,000
Kitanu Transfer Karti ha
orr Iska Koi Ilaaj b nai hai.”
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Sab Bache Khamosh Ho Gaye aur Darr Gaye
Par Apne Pappu Ko Pata Tha Ki Teachar
pagal bana Raha hai, Kuch Soch k bola.
Pappu: “Sir, Iska Ilaaj hai.”
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Teachar Hairan Ho Gaya:“ Kya Ilaaj ha.......??
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Pappu: “Sir Simple, Uska Chumban
Usko Wapis De Do....:P
The artist of the future will live the ordinary life of a human being, earning his living by some kind of labour. He will strive to give the fruit of that supreme spiritual force which passes through him to the greatest number of people, because this conveying of the feelings that have been born in him to the greatest number of people is his joy and his reward. The artist of the future will not even understand how it is possible for an artist, whose joy consists in the widest dissemination of his works, to give these works only in exchange for a certain payment.
A warm hello doesn’t come from the lips,
It comes from the heart,
Doesn’t have to be told,
It has to be shown,
Doesn’t have to be given,
It has to be sent.
”Good Morning”
Aj unse mela h ye ankhe,
kaal dilvi mil jayega.,,
,
aj hum ko unse pyar hua h,
kaal unko vi humse pyar hojayega.,,
,
kya h ye pyarka manzar me aj peer rakha hnu,
kaal zindegiko rakhlunga.
kehti h dunya ki pyar ka dard bahot kadba h,
par wohi jane pyar karne wala pyarka dard kitna mithas h.
wada to me nahi karta pyarme kinu ki wada to tutjati h,
kosis srif h apnana unko dilse dilko lagake.,
ye pyar vi kuchh sikha jati h hame,
ki es pyar me jilo,
ar pyarko apna manzil manlo.
Dekh Ke Humein Woh Sir Jhukate Hai
Bhula Ke Mehfil Mein Nazrein Churate Hai
Nafrat Hai Humse Toh Bhi Koi Baat Nahi
Par Gairon Se Mil Ke Dil Kyun Jalate Hai.