Ye Zindagi Tere Saath Ho,
Ye Arzoo Din Raat Ho
Mai Tere Sang Sang Chalu,
Tu Har Safar Mai Mere Sath Ho
Mai Kanto Par Bhi Chal Padu,
Tere Pyar Ki Jab Barsat Ho
Kabhi Sham Dhale Jab Hum Mile,
Na Din Dhale Na Raat Ho
Ye Zindagi Bas Tere Sath Ho
Is Dil Ka Kaha Maano Ek Kaam Kar Do,
Ek Be-Naam Si Mohabbat Mere Naam Kar Do,
Meri Par Faqat Itna Ehsan Kar Do,
Kisi Din Subha Ko Milo Aur Shaam Kar Do..ii
The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer's art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.
ISHQ AISA KARO KI DHADKAN MEIN BAS JAAYE,
SAANS BHI LO TO KHUSHBOO USI KI AAYE,
PYAAR KA NASHA AANKHON PE CHHAAYE,
BAAT KOI BHI HO PAR NAAM USI KA AAYE.
The important thing is not what we write but how we write, and in my opinion the modern writer must be an adventurer above all, willing to take every risk, and be prepared to founder in his effort if need be. In other words we must write dangerously
Ik Aansu Gira Mere Daaman Mein, Kuch Samajhe
Na Hua Kya Tha,
Jo Tum Mujhse Ab Pooch Rahe The, Wo Me Khud
Se Poocha Karta Tha
Jab Ugte Din Ke Daaman Me, Wo Khusbu Mahaka
Jaati Thi
Jab Subah Sambhale Anchal Wo Aage Se Gujar Kar
Jati Thi
Fir Andhiyare Ki Chaadar Ko, Wo Raat Odh Kar Aati
Thi
Uski Meethi Yaaden Dekar, Wo Mujhko Tadpa Jati
Thi
Jab Saamne Mere Rahti Thi,,To Dil Ye Dhadkta
Rahta Tha
”Pyar Me Us Se Karta Hu”, Ye Khud Se Kehta
Rehta Tha