Har pal pe apka hi naam hoga,
apke har kadam pr duniya ka salam hoga,
muskilon ka samna himat se krna ae dost,
dua h meri 1 din waqtbhi aapka gulam hoga.
If there existed no external means for dimming their consciences, one-half of the men would at once shoot themselves, because to live contrary to one's reason is a most intolerable state, and all men of our time are in such a state.
The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, All our ignorance brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
Aap Bewafa Honge Socha Hi Nahi Tha,
Tum Bhi Kabhi Khafa Honge Socha Hi Nahi Tha.
Jo Geet Likhe The Kabhi Pyar Par Tere,
Vahi Geet Rusva Honge Socha Hi Nahi Tha
Kah rahi hai hashr mein wo aankh sharmai hui
haye kaise is bhari mahafil mein ruswai hui
aaine mein har ada ko dekh kar kahate hain wo
aj dekha chahiye kis kis ke hai aayi hui
kah to ae gulchin asiran-e-qafas ke vaste
tod lun do char kaliyan main bhi murjhai hui
main to raz-e-dil chupaun par chipa rahane bhi de
jan ke dushman ye zalim aankh lalchai hui