The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.
Teri ankhon ke nashe mai doob jau..
Teri julfooo ki chao mai khud ko bhul jau..
Teri hoothon ki hasi ko pee loo sanaam…
Aa kareeb mere teri bhaahon mai khud ko bhul jau mai.
Mohabbat Jeet Hoti Hai!
Magar Ye Har Jati Hai!
Kabhi Dil Soz Lamhun Se
Kabhi Bekar Rasmoon Se
Kabhi Taqdeer Walun Se
Kabhi Majboor Kasmoon Se
Mohabbat Jeet Hoti Hai
Magar Ye Har Jati Hai
Kabhi Ye Phool Jaisi Hai
Kabhi Ye Dhool Jaisi Hai
Kabhi Ye Chand Jaisi Hai
Kabhi Ye Dhoop Jaisi Hai
Kabhi Masroor Karti Hai
Kabhi Ye Rog Daiti Hai
Kabhi Le Par Jati Hai
Kabhi Ye Mar Jati Hai
Mohabbat Jeet Hoti Hai!
Magar Ye Har Jati!
Ambition fortifies the will of man to become ruler over other men: it operates with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the action of impurity upon impurity.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
Genuine blasphemy, genuine in spirit and not purely verbal, is the product of partial belief, and is as impossible to the complete atheist as to the perfect Christian.
Ishq tujse karta hoon me
zindagi
se
zyada...
Me darta nahi maut se
Teri judai se
zyada...
Chahe to Aazmale muje
kisi aur
se zyada...
Meri zindagi me kuchh nahi
teri mohabbat
se zyada..
All that we are is the result of what we have thought; it is founded on our thoughts; it is made up of our thoughts. A man's life is the direct result of his thoughts... We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world.
Hamari rooh me na samaye hote to bhool jate tumhe
Itna kareeb na aaye hote to bhool jate tumhe.,
Ye kahtey hue ki mera talluk nahin tumse koyi,
Ankhon mein aansu na aaye hote to bhul jate tumhe.