Aapni zindgi ka to 1 alag usul hai.
Dost ki khatir to kante v kabool hai.
Hass ke chal du kanch ke tukdo par.
Agar dost keh de ye to mere bichaye hua phool hai.
The animal has its happiness in the senses, the human beings in their intellect, and the gods in spiritual contemplation. It is only to the soul that has attained to this contemplative state that the world really becomes beautiful.
Often, during combat, the warrior of light receives blows that he was not expecting. And he realizes that, during a war, his enemy is bound to win some of the battles. When this happens, the warrior of light weeps bitter tears and rests in order to recover his energies a little. But he immediately resumes the battle for his dreams.
To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.
Kahi Aisi Kitaab Mile Jispe Dil De Dete,
Sab Ne Harama Deemag Khaya,
Kisko Javaab Dete,
Ab To Ye Syllbus Dekh Ke Lagta He Hame K,
Ek Mahina Aur Hota To Duniya Hila Dete.
Forgetting friend is a
CrimeI
gnoring them is a
Shame
Liking them is a
Pleasure
Thinking of them is a
Necessity
N disturbing them
‘Oye! Haq banta hai na yr!’a
Roz Ate He Chand :crescent_moon:sitare :dizzy:magar Koi Khusi Ka Paigam Nhi Ata Hume To Intezar Hai Jinke Call Ka Par Sayad Unhe Humra Khyal Hi Nhi Ata..:relaxed::relaxed::relaxed:
Ancestor worship, or filial piety so characteristic of Asian cultures, for example, does not really resonate with Americans who favor children, not grandparents.
Meri Galtiyo Ko Wo Maaf Kar Deti
Hai..
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. Bahut Gusse Me Hoti Hai To Bhi
Pyar Deti Hai.
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Hotho Pe Uske Hmesha Dua Hoti Hai.
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Aisi Sirf Aur Sirf “Maa” Hoti Hai.. Hit
LiKE If U Love Ur Mom,,,,
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A person that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was gitting knowledge that was always going to be useful to him, and warn't ever going to grow dim or doubtful.
Ab Kaise Kare Is Zamane Par Yakeen Hum doston,
Jo Apne Bahut Khaas The Wo Hi Rulate Gaye.
Ek Wo Bhi Daur Tha Ke Hamari Zara Si Aah Par
Gamgeen Ho Jati Thi Wo,
Pata Nahi Ab Kyu Apni Har Wo Bhulate Gaye.
Barso Se Apna Maan Liya Tha Unko Humne,
Fir Beech Majdhar Me Humko Wo Bahate Gaye..