Mere Subha Ko Tum Roshni De
Do, Mere Shaamo Ko Tum
Chandni De Do, Aur Kuch Nhi
Lena Dena Mujhe Is Jnhaa Se,
Mangta Hun Tum Se Mujhe
Apne Pyar Me Panhaa De Do!!
We believe that no matter where you live - whether a village in Punjab or the bylanes of Chandni Chowk, an old section of Kolkata or a new high-rise in Bangalore - every person deserves the same chance to live in security and dignity, to get an education, to find work, and to give their children a better future.
Apne tute hue sapno ka khayal aata hai
Har hasrat ke janaje pe malal aata hai
Kisi ne pher lee apni nigahe kuyn mujhse
Mere labo pe aksar ye sawal aata hai
Ke aajtak naa koi karar aata hai.
ke mohabbat ki rahon main ye hasrat bar bar aata hai.
Pheri thi nazrein jisne_
Phir phi unhi pe pyaar beshumaar aata hai.
God in his harmony has equal ends
For cedar that resists and reed that bends;
For good it is a woman sometimes rules,
Holds in her hand the power, and manners, schools,
And laws, and mind; succeeding master proud,
With gentle voice and smiles she leads the crowd,
The somber human troop.
Hanste Hain Yun Hans
Kar Rula Jate Hein Log,
Milte Hain Yunhi Mil Kar
Juda Ho Jate Hein Log,
Pal Do Pal Ki Mohabbat
Ko Umar Ka Saath
Samjhna,
Mohabbat Bi Karte Hain
Or Khafa Bhi Ho JateHain
Log,
Naseeb Mein Pyar Na
Tha Jo Mujhe Mila Hi
Nahi,
Kr Ke Izhaar_E_Mohabbat
Bhi Beparwaah Ho Jate
Hain Log,
Ab Kis Say Shikwa Karen
Apni Mohabbat Ka Aye
“Sameer”
Kar K Wafa Ka Vaada
Bewafa Ho Jate Hain
Log…!*!
चेहरों के लिए आईने कुर्बान किये हैं;
इस शौक में अपने बड़े नुकसान किये हैं;
महफ़िल में मुझे गालियाँ देकर है बहुत खुश;
जिस शख्स पर मैंने बड़े एहसान किये हैं।
Khamosh fiza thi kahin saaya bhi nahi tha,
is shehr mein ham sa koi tanha bhi nhi tha,
kis jurm mein chini gai mujh se meri hansi,
ham ne to kisi diL ko dukhaya bhi Nhi tha,
ham jis k hawale se huay shehr mein badnaam,
dost
us ko to ham ne kbhi rulaya bhi nhi tha
Kabhi Ek Lamha Aisa Bhi Aata Hai;
Jisme Beeta Hua Kal Nazar Aata Hai;
Bas Yaaden Reh Jati Hai Yaad Karna Ke Liye;
Aur Waqt Sab Kuch Lekar Guzar Jata Hai!
Slavery is no scholar, no improver; it does not love the whistle of the railroad; it does not love the newspaper, the mailbag, a college, a book or a preacher who has the absurd whim of saying what he thinks; it does not increase the white population; it does not improve the soil; everything goes to decay.
Diwali aai khushiyan lai.
bachcha bola fatakha jalayenge.
Ladaka bola nye kapde kharidenge.
ladki boli rangoli sajayenge aangan me.
baap bola ghar sajayenge
mammy boli mithai banayenge.
is ghar k pyari khushiyo k santh HAPPY DIPAWALI & SAFTY DIWALI....