Ek muddat ki muhabbat ki saza do mujhko....
Meri chahat ka taqaza hai bhula do mujhko...
Be-wafa keh k mujhe ishq me ruswa na kro..
Kon kehta hai k muhabbat ka sila do mujhko.....
Lab pe shikwa hai na koi shikayat dil me....
Muhabbat ki thi kabhi iski saza do mujhko....
Zindagi kaise kategi mujhko maloom nahi sweet
Kaash dil se kabhi marne ki dua do mujhko.
mujhe manzil ne pukara hai mujhe jana hai abhi
meri rahon ne pukara hai mujhe jana hai abhi
mujhe suaq e safar hai yahi chahat meri
meri chahat ne pukara hai mujhe jana hai abhi
Khan...
We have come from a time of the large-scale, planned, Al Qaeda-style attacks, to the encouragement of lone wolves: Fort Hood, Chattanooga. To the encouragement of people to act on their own.
And it is impossible to treat human beings as human beings if you label them, if you term them, if you give them a name as Hindus, Russians, or what you will. It is so much easier to label people, for then you can pass by and kick them, drop a bomb on India or Japan.
One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that's a chair, that's a table, and yet at the same time, It's a miracle, it's an ecstasy.
O how blessed it would be never to marry, or grow old; but to spend one's life innocently and indifferently among the trees and rivers which alone can keep one cool and childlike in the midst of the troubles of the world!
rone ki jaruat mujhe nhi hai.
ab to us bewafa ko rulana hi.
samjhti hai mi toot jauga uske.
dur jane se pagli ko kya pta.
hajaro ladkiya peeche hi mere.
es jaamane me.
We learn from our mistakes, we do some reflection, we lick our wounds, we brush ourselves off - then we go forward, with the presumption of good faith in our fellow citizens.