Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.
Wo nahi milta mujhe is ka gila apni jagah
us ke mere darmiyan ka fasala apni jagah
dil ki mausam ke nikharane ke liye bechain hai
jam gai hai un ke hothon ke ghata apni jagah
zindagi ke is safar mein sainkadon chehare mile
dil-kashi un ke alag paikar tera apni jagah
tujh se mil kar aane wale kal se nafarat mol li
ab kabhi tujh se na bichadun ye dua apni jagah
kar kabhi tu mere dil ke khvahishon ka ehataram
khvahishon ke bheed aur un ke saza apni jagah
ik musalsal daud mein hai manzilen aur fasale
panv to apni jagah hain rasta apni jagah
It is both foolish and wicked to teach the average man who is not well off that some wrong or injustice has been done him, and that he should hope for redress elsewhere than in his own industry, honesty, and intelligence.
Majburi Me Nahi Dil Se Yaad Karna,
Duniya Se Fursat Mile To Baat
Karna, Dua Hai Zamane Ki Har
Khusi Pao Tum, Fir Bhi Ankh
Bhar Aaye To Hume Yaad Karna.
Doston ki kami ko pehchante hai hum
Duniya ke gamo ko bhi jante hai hum.
Tum jaise doston ka sahara hai..
Issiliye to aaj bhi haskar jina jante hai hum..
Har sitam seh kar kitne gum chipaye humne
Teri khaatir har din aansoo bahaye humne
Tu chod gaya jaha hume raaho mein akela
Bas tere diye zakhm har ek se chipaye humne
By replacing fear of the unknown with curiosity we open ourselves up to an infinite stream of possibility. We can let fear rule our lives or we can become childlike with curiosity, pushing our boundaries, leaping out of our comfort zones, and accepting what life puts before us.