Bheegi Palkon Ke Sang Muskurate Hain Hum;
Pal Pal Dil Ko Kuchh Aur Behlate Hain Hum;
Tu Door Hai Humse To Kya Hua Mere Dilbar;
Har Saans Mein Teri Aahat Paate Hain Hum!
Ek Taraf Se Doli Uthi,
Khushiyan Aur Shehnaeyon Ke Sath,
Ek Taraf Se Arthi Uthi,
Gamo Aur Tanhaiyon Ke Sath,
Dono Takra Gaye,
Dekhnewale Chakra Gaye,
Bheed Me Se Awaz Ayee ,
Ya Khuda Ye Kaisi Khudai Hai,
Mehboob Ki Doli Dekhne Yaar Ki Arthi Ayee Hai..!!
~Ashok~
Himmlisch ist's wenn ich bezwungen Meine irdische Begier; Aber doch wenn's nich gelungen Hatt' ich auch recht huebsch Plaisir! Loosely translated: It is heavenly, when I overcome My earthly desires But nevertheless, when I'm not successful, It can also be quite pleasurable.
wo ro ro kar apne dard ko batae rahe...
hamari tanhaiyon se aankhe churate rahe...
phir b hame bewafai ka ilzaam mila yaro....
kiyon ki har dard ko ham hans hans ke chhipate rahe..?
Because of you, in Afghanistan we've broken the momentum of the Taliban. Because of you, we've begun a transition to the Afghans that will allow us to bring our troops home from there. And around the globe, as we draw down in Iraq, we have gone after al Qaeda so that terrorists who threaten America will have no safe haven, and Osama bin Laden will never again walk the face of this Earth.
Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.
The civility of the world has reached that pitch that their more moral genius is becoming indispensable, and the quality of this race is to be honored for itself.
.Lakho ki hansi tumhare naam kar denge.......
Har khushi tum par qurban kar denge......
Jis din hogi kami mere pyar me bata dena......
Us din zindagi ko aakhari salam kar denge..........
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You have two types of writers: one like Proust who was locked in his room and wrote the masterpiece. And the other type was Hemingway who celebrated life and also wrote a masterpiece.
Ye Yaad Hai Tumhari Ya Yaadon Mein Tum Ho,
Ye Khwab Hain Tumhare Ya Khwabon Mein Tum Ho,
Hum Nahi Jaante Humein Bas Itna Bata Do,
Hum Jaan Hain Tumhari Ya Hamari Jaan Tum Ho!
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My powers of empathy, my ability to reach into another's heart, cannot penetrate the blank stares of those who would murder innocents with abstract, serene satisfaction.
Tu aa kabi dastak de mere dar pe,
Pyar pehle se km ho to shikayat krna,
Mere dil meiN utr sko to shayad ye jan lo,
Kitni khamosh muhabat tum se karta hy koi.
Ye Kaisa Dard Hai Jo Mere
Palko Ko Bheego Rha Hai, Ye
Kaisa Khawb Hai Jo Mere Aankho
Main Aa Rha Hai, Aisa Lag Rha
Hai Koi Apna Gar Hota Jaa Rha
Hai, Kya Bol Ke Roko Us Humsafar
Ko, Jo Mujhe Tanhaa Rahoo Main
Akela Chood Ke Jaa Rha Hai..!