There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.
Be Khayali Mein Pyar Ka Irada Kar Liya
Dil Ko Betab Had Se Jyada Kar Liya
Jaante The Dono Isko Nibha Nahi Sakte
Usne Bhi Wada Kar Liya Maine Bhi Wada Kar Liya
:cocktail:जय हो जय हो गर्लफ्रेंड रानी, तेरा सताया मांगे न पानी ।
:notes:जब जब तुम मिलने हो आती, अपने आशिक का बैंड बजाती ।
:cake:समोसा भजिया न तुम को भावे, पिज्जा बर्गर का भोग लगावे ।
:high_heel:ऊंची हिल की तेरी सैंडल, जाने कितनो को करती हैंडल ।
:saxophone:हर धुन में है आज तेरा गाना , बच्चे बुढे सब ढूंढें तेरा ठिकाना ।
गर्लफ्रेंड अढैया जिस जिस पे छाये , :horse:राजा फिर वो रंक हो जावे ।
:dog:गार्डन सिनेमाघर में हो तुम दिखती , आगे पीछे दिखते करते हुये तेरी भक्ति ।
:cupid:मोबाइल गिफ्ट करते तुझ पर अर्पण, पढ़ाई लिखाई सब तुम पर समर्पण ।
:couplekiss:बिन तेरे किसी को चैन न आवे, पाकर तुझको सब, खुब शीश नवावे
:two_hearts:गर्लफ्रेंड चालीसा सब सुख से गावे, भले बाद में खुब पछतावे ।
:heart_decoration:कहत “sachchi” बात तुम्हारी , कडवा लड्डू पहले लगती अति प्यारी । :crescent_moon::two_hearts::broken_heart::revolving_hearts::gift_heart::heartpulse::hearts::fork_and_knife::baby_bottle:
Na Chaho Itna Hme
Chahto Se Dar Lgta He.......
Na Aao Itna Karib Ki Judai
Se Dar Lagta Hai.......
Tumhari Wafao Pe
Bharosaa Hai........
Par Apne Nasib Se Dar
Lgta He.
PA1
It is generally said, "Past labors are pleasant," Euripides says, for you all know the Greek verse, "The recollection of past labors is pleasant."
[Lat., Vulgo enim dicitur, Jucundi acti labores: nec male Euripides: concludam, si potero, Latine: Graecum enim hunc versum nostis omnes: Suavis laborum est proeteritorum memoria.
Palkain Utha Kar Palkain Jukaya Na Kro
Baat Ko Yunhi Tum Uljaya Na Kro
Zakhm Badal Jate Hain Nasoor Ki Soorat
Dard Zara Sa Bi Ho Chupaya Na Kro
Ulja Dain Gi Dast Shinason Ki Batain
Tum Apna Hath Kisi Ko Dikhya Na Kro
Kuch Roz Tu Yaad Rakho Ehsan Kisi Ka
Itni Jaldi Kisi Ko Bhol Jaya Na Kro
Charhe Darya Khud Utar Jate Hain Anjum
Zara Si Tughiani Dekh Kar Ghabria Na Kro
Meri rooh nikalne wali ho gi
Meri sans bikharne wali ho gi
Phir daman zindagi ka choote ga
Dhaga sans ka toote ga
Phir wapis hum na ayen ge
Phir hum se koi na poche ga
Phir ankhon mein noor na ho ga
Phir dil gham se choor na ho ga
Us pal tum hum ko thamo ge
Hum se khushi apni maango ge
Phir hum na kuch b bolein ge
Ankhein b na kholein ge
Us pal tum ro du ge
HUM KO TUM KHO DOGE
HUM KO TUM KHO DOGE
Creation is a sustained period of bliss, even though the subject can still be very sad. Because there's the triumph of coming through and understanding that you have, and that you did it the way only you could do it. You didn't do it the way somebody told you to do it. You did it just the way you had to do it, and that is what makes us us.