Maine to hamesha apne pyaar ka ikraar kiya...
Bas tune hi aaj tak ijhaar na kiya...
Ye yakeen hain mujhe ki pyaar to tu bhi mujhse karti hai,
Par jaane kyon ijhaar karne se darti hai...
Shayad tujhe mere pyaar par yakeen nahi hai,
Ya phir meri chahat ki kadar nahi hai...
Main nahi kehta ki tu mujhse pyaar kar,
Main nahi kehta ki tu mohabbat ka ijhaar kar...
Bas itna karde ehsaan is gareeb par,
Dede mujhe zehar aur iss dard se riha kar...
Har Khushi Say Khubsurat Teri Sham Karon,,
Apna Payar Main Sirf Tere Naam Karon..
Mil Jaye Agar Dobara Ye Zindagi,,
Har Baar Main Ye Zindgi Tere Naam Karon
We should be proud that our Prophet came into the world with the message of Islam to change it for the better, and not for the worse, or to keep things as they are.
He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, "If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened.
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts
In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.
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But what after all, behind appearances, is this seeming mystery? We can see that it is the Consciousness which had lost itself returning again to itself, emerging out of its giant self-forgetfulness, slowly, painfully, as a Life that is would be sentient, half-sentient, dimly sentient, wholly sentient and finally struggles to be more than sentient, to be again divinely selfconscious, free, infinite, immortal.