मौत कि गड्डी में जिसदिन सोना होगा ,,!!
ना कोई तकीया या ना कोई बिछोना होगा ,,!!
साथ होगी आप जैसे दोस्तों की मिठी यादें ,,!!
और समसान का एक छोटा सा कोना होगा ,,!!
FRYING-PAN, n. One part of the penal apparatus employed in that punitive institution, a woman's kitchen. The frying-pan was invented by Calvin, and by him used in cooking span-long infants that had died without baptism; and observing one day the horrible torment of a tramp who had incautiously pulled a fried babe from the waste-dump and devoured it, it occurred to the great divine to rob death of its terrors by introducing the frying-pan into every household in Geneva. Thence it spread to all corners of the world, and has been of invaluable assistance in the propagation of his sombre faith.
Hawa chal rahi hai right,
Taare chamak rahe hain bright,
Moon taaro k beech me hai white,
Zyada mat socho band karo light,
Aur so jao good night........
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Kisi Ko Apna Banane Me Der
Lagti Hai, Ek Vaada Nibhane
Me Der Lagti Hai, Pyaar To
Pal Bhar Me Ho Jaata Hai,
Magar Unhe Bhulane Me Umar
Bhar Lag Jaata Hai.
Time, space, and natural law hold for me suggestions of intolerable bondage, and I can form no picture of emotional satisfaction which does not involve their defeat - especially the defeat of time, so that one may merge oneself with the whole historic stream and be wholly emancipated from the transient and the ephemeral.
I fully agree with you about the significance and educational value of as well as history and philosophy of science. So many people today - and even professional - seem to me like someone who has seen thousands of trees but has never seen a forest. A knowledge of the historic and philosophical background gives that kind of independence from prejudices of his generation from which most scientists are suffering. This independence created by philosophical insight is - in my opinion - the mark of distinction between a mere artisan or specialist and a real seeker after truth.
Khwabon mai tum, jab bhi aate ho
Hanste-hanste fir kyon chale jate ho
Mai puchhta hoon tumse, kya kami hai mujhme
Dilbar jo iss tarah mujhe satate ho
Sanam, dil ka kya dhundhta hai dar-badar
Tum to ujalon mai kahi najar na aate ho
Milne ki koshish to karo khulush-e-yar
Hansa kar fir iss tarah kyon mujhe rulate ho
Roj-b-roj naye-naye rup khwabon mai
Dekar tadap aur kashish badha jate ho