Kbhi Humare Pyar Ka Ehsas Kiya
Hota, Humare Dil Ki Chot Ka Dard
Liya Hota, Hum B Jindagi Ko
Haseen Lamha Samajhte, Agar Kisi
Apne Ne Humara Saath Diya Hota.
You see, painting has now become, or all art has now become completely a game, by which man distracts himself. What is fascinating actually is, that it's going to become much more difficult for the artist, because he must really deepen the game to become any good at all.
Aaj ki Kali raat bhi kitni gehri
h,
Chand ki roshni bhi kitni
sunehri h.
Ek najar chand ko dekhta hu
to ek najar apne pyar ko,
Chand kehta h ke ye kya
beinsafi h.
Mujhe kyu Latkaya
Aasman m,
Jab dharti ke liye
ek chand hi kafhi h.
I don't believe in the so-called Olympic spirit. I speak from personal experience. When China hosted the Games, it failed to include the people. The event was constructed without regard for their joy.
Humne tumko dila se chaha magar kah nahi sake,
Hum roya karte the aapke liye magar bata nahi sake,
Hame dukh nahi afsos hai,
Ki hum juda to hue lekin alvida nahi kah sake.