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Ham janate hen aap hame bhool jayenge ,
dil me apne , bhuli hui yaadon ki tarah rakh.
nafrat jo , aapko he hamse buri taraha ,
seene me apne jakhm jagane ke liye rakh
yaad aayegi hamari , kabhi bhi na aapko,
yadon ke samandar me dubane ke liye rakh
tu rakh to sahi kisi tarha , apne paas
paas nahi to door bhagane ke liye rakh…
Khushi ke is pal mein ye dil bas muskuraye
Har gum bhula ke pyar bhare sapne sajaye
In hasin palo ki khushboo is dil ko bahut bhaye
Shaayad in palo ka sangam hi jannat kehlaye...
Happy Holi 2012.
Akele kat rahi thi zindagi,
Ab humsafar dhundhta hoon,
Jaha mile Mohabbat ki khushi,
Wo rehguzar dhundhta hoon,
Jo saja de meri zindagi ki tasveer,
Use hi ab shaam-o-seher dhundhta hoon...
Tanhai Ke Daman Me Khushion Ki
Bahar Ho, Sayad Uski Ankho Me
Apka Intzar Ho, Jisko Pyar Karo
Usko Bata Jarur Dena, Sayad Usko
Bhi Ap Se Bepanah Pyar Ho..
I just consider myself a piece of the puzzle and I'm lucky enough to be asked or invited to the party, if you will. I hope I can bring some laughs and grimaces to the fans.
It's always a problem when you're working with people you don't really know. Most filmmaking is about shaking hands and just starting. You know, these month - or two-month-long endeavors that millions of dollars are based on, and the people doing them don't even know each other, or know each other under pressure, or know each other when things are really... Which filmmaking is completely done under in many circumstances. You're under constant crisis, making a movie.
Sardar ki wife romantic mood
main pooray bed pr bazu phaila
kr lait k boli…
“kuch samjhe”?
Sardar: Haan, kameeni.
Tu purey bed pr akeli
sona chahti ha
Bolo..
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Tadapte hue dil ka paigaam ho tum
Quand celui à qui l'on parle ne comprend pas et celui qui parle ne se comprend pas, c'est de la métaphysique When he to whom a person speaks does not understand, and he who speaks does not understand himself, that is metaphysics.
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
You can always-always-give something, even if it's a simple act of kindness! If everyone were to give in this way and didn't scrimp on kindly words, there would be much more love and justice in the world!