Dil Ko Ab Kisi Se Koi Gila
Nahi, Mann Se Jo Bhi Chaha
Wo Mila Nahi.. Badnaseebi
Kahu Ya Waqt Ki Bewafaai,
Andhere Me Ek Diyaa Mila
Par Wo Bhi Jala Nahi..!
Descartes constructed as noble a road of science, from the point at which he found geometry to that to which he carried it, as Newton himself did after him. ... He carried this spirit of geometry and invention into optics, which under him became a completely new art.
Ek Khushi Ki Chaah Mein Har Khushi
Se Dur Huye Hum, Kisi Se Kuch
Keh Bhi Na Sake Itne Mazbur Huye
Hum, Na Aayi Unhe Nibhaani Pyar
Mein Wafaa, Aur Jamaane Ki Nazar
Bewafa Ke Naam Se Mashur Huye
Hum
The language itself is what gets me interested in writing. It's weird to me that words exist. Never a dull moment with words. They're a layer between our minds and the physical reality around us, obviously, but the layer seems like it's always in flux, like an asteroid belt, constantly moving.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.
I know very well that many scientists consider dowsing as they do astrology, as a type of ancient superstition. According to my conviction this is, unjustified. The dowsing rod is a simple instrument which shows the uncanny reaction of the human nervous system to certain factors which are unknown to us at this time.
He then alone will strictly be called brave who is fearless of a noble death, and of all such chances as come upon us with sudden death in their train.
Seene Se Laga Loon To,
Lag Jati Hai Seene Se,
Tum Se To Kahi Achi Tasveer Hai Tumhari.
Na Dga De Ye Na Kare Gdari,
Hume Jaan Se Pyari Hai Tasveer Tumhari:(