I don't like compliments, and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.
Tanhayi mere dil mein samati chali gayi
Kismat bhi apna khel dikhati chali gayi,
Mehkti fiza ki khusbu me jo deka pyar ko
Bas yaad unki aayi aur rulati chali gayi........
Boy sends friend request to Girl on Facebook :- Girl :- Kaunn ho tum ? Boy :- Hasrat tumhari ....... Girl :- Chahte kya ho ? ... Boy : Mohhabat tumhari ......... Girl:- Pachtaoge tum ..........
Boy :- Kismat hamari .........
Girl :- Married hoon main ......
Boy: To Status single se hata Manhoos Naari
The radical hostility, the deadly hostility against sensuality, is always a symptom to reflect on: it entitles us to suppositions concerning the total state of one who is excessive in this manner.
You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
One should turn towards the main ocean of the-beautiful-in-the-world so that one may by, contemplation of this Form, bring forth in all their splendor many fair fruits of discourse and meditation in a plenteous crop of philosophy.
Zindagi Ke Tufano Ka Sahil H Teri Dosti,
Dil Ke Armaano Ki Manzil H Teri Dosti,
Zindagi Bhi Ban Jayegi Apni To Jannat,
Agar Maut Aane Tak Sath De Teri Dosti.
The mother's battle for her child with sickness, with poverty, with war, with all the forces of exploitation and callousness that cheapen human life needs to become a common human battle, waged in love and in the passion for survival.