Kon aayega yahan koi na aaya hoga
mera daravaza hawaon ne hilaya hoga
dil-e-nadan na dhadak, ae dil-e-nadan na dhadak
koi khat leke padosi ke ghar aaya hoga
gul se lipati hui titali ko girakar dekho
aandhiyon tum ne drakhton ko giraya hoga
‘kaif’ parades mein mat yaad karo apna makan
ab ke barish mein use tod giraya hoga
Everything that Mr Smallweed's grandfather ever put away in his mind was a grub at first, and is a grub at last. In all his life he has never bred a single butterfly.
Writing doesn't come easily to anyone, I think, certainly not to me. But pressure and practice does lend a certain fluency, I think - the more sentences you write, the more sentences you have written, if that slightly Zen confection makes any sense.
Beet gaya jo saal, Bhul jayye,
Es Nayai Saal ko Gale lagayye,
Karte hain duwa hai Rab se sar jhuka kay…
Es Saal ka sare Sapne pura ho Aap Kay,
Naya Saal Mubarak ho tuje mere Yaar… Pal Pal se banata hai Ehasas,
Ehsas se banta hai vishvas,
Vishvas se bante hai Rishte,
Aur rishte se bante hai koi Khas,
Jaise Aap…
Happy New Year.
When we look upon lives so human and yet so small, we feel as if we ourselves were enlarged to an embarrassing bigness of stature. We feel the same kind of obligation to these creatures that a deity might feel if he had created something that he could not understand.
phir aaj mujhy tmko itna hi btana hai
hansna hi jivan hai hansty hi jana hai
jivan ki rahon se khushyon ko churana hai
kanton main ulajh kr bhi khushbo hi lutana hai