Mein Deta Hon Yakeen
K Mein Janam Janam Se
Tumhara Tha
Tumhara Hon
Tumhara Hee Rahon Ga
Meri Mohabbat Meri Chahhat
MEri Pyass Bhi Tum Hee Ho
Tum Hee Raho Gee
Mera Sab Kuch
Mere Alfaz
Mere Jazbaat
Mere Ehsaasaat
Sab Tum Se
Shurru Hote hain
Aur Tum Per Hee Khatam Hote Hain
Zindagi K Her Morr Per
Mein Tumhari Perchaii (saaya )
Ben K Rahon
Yaad Rakhne K Liye Koi
Cheez Chahiye, Aap Nahi To
Apki Tasvir Chaciye, Par
Apki Tasver Hamare Dil Behla
Na Sakegi Kyunki Vo, Tumhari
Tahra Muskara Na Sakegi.
I don't speak German well but several experts have assured me that I write it like an angel. Maybe so, maybe so- I don't know. I've not yet made any acquaintances among the angels. That comes later, whenever it please the Deity. I'm not in any hurry.
आरजु थी तेरी बाँहोँ मेँ दम निकले,
कसुर तेरा नहीँ बद- नशीब हम निकले!
जहाँ भी जाये खुश रहे तु सदा,
दिल से दुआँ सदा ये ही निकले!
मेरे हाँठो की हँसी तेरे हाँठो से निकले,
तेरे गम का दरियाँ मेरी आँखोँ से निकले!
ये जिन्दगी तुमहेँ सदा हसती हुई निकले,
अगर चाहे तो हमेँ रुलाती हुई निकले!
अगर जिन्दगी मे जीना पडे तेरे बिन,
तेरी डोली से पहले अर्थी मेरी निकले!
आरजु थी तेरी बाँहोँ मेँ दम निकले,
कसुर तेरा नहीँ बद- नशीब हम निकले...!
Modern masters of science are much impressed with the need of beginning all inquiry with a fact. The ancient masters of religion were quite equally impressed with that necessity. They began with the fact of sin-a fact as practical as potatoes. Whether or not man could be washed in miraculous waters, there was no doubt at any rate that he wanted washing.
My interest in science was always essentially limited to the study of principles.... That I have published so little is due to this same circumstance, as the great need to grasp principles has caused me to spend most of my time on fruitless pursuits.
A garden is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coat-skirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg , and his whole body to irresistible destruction.
So far no one had had enough courage and intelligence to reveal me to my dear Germans. My problems are new, my psychological horizon frighteningly comprehensive, my language bold and clear; there may well be no books written in German which are richer in ideas and more independent than mine.
Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.