It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
Deewana Tha Mein Tera, Tumne Mera Dil Tod Diya,
Ek Deewane Ko Bhari Majhdar Mein Tumne Chod Diya,
Kudha Kare Ki Tu Khush Rahe, Salamat Rahe Teri Duniya,
Tere Khatir Dekha Maine Hass Ke Jeena Chod Diya.
Santa ko chand par bhejne ka
faisla hua..
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.
Aadhe raste
jakar Santa rocket se kood gaya or chillaya......
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kamino aaj to amawasya hai,
chand to hoga hi nahi......
Mat Puchho Mere Dil Ka Haal Ae Doston,
Aapke Dil Bhi Bikhar Jayenge,
Is Liye Nahi Sunate Apne Dil Ka Dard Kisi Ko,
Ye Sunke To Tanhai Ke Bhi Aansu Nikal Aayenge!!
Newspapers are being read all around. The point is not, of course, to glean new information, but rather to coax the mind out of its sleep-induced introspective temper.
Meri Aankho Me Jo Aansu H
Vo Tumhi Ne Diye, Mere Dil
Jo Gahare Zakhm H Vo Tumhi
Ne Diye, Diya Hi Ky Tohfe
Me Dard Aur Aansu K Siway
Aaj Tak, Jo Bhi Tohfe Mile
Hume Vo Sirf Aur Sirf Tumhi Ne Diye.
We should not be so taken up in the search for truth, as to neglect the needful duties of active life; for it is only action that gives a true value and commendation to virtue.
Everything I have written up to now is trifling compared to that which I would like to write and would write with great pleasureEither I am a fool and a self-conceited person, or I am a being capable of becoming a good writer; I am displeased and bored with everything now being written, while everything in my head interests, moves, and excites me-whence I draw the conclusion that no one is doing what is needed, and I alone know the secret of how it should be done. In all likelihood everyone who writes thinks that. In fact, the devil himself will be brought to his knees by these questions.