May the road rise up to meet you,
may the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and the rain fall softly on your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold
you in the hollow of his hand.
Kash K Baras Jae Yahan Bhi Kuch Noor Ki Barish Ya Rab,
K Emaan K Shishon Pe Bari Gard Jami Hai,
us tasveer ko bhi kar de taza,
jinki yaad humare dil me dhudhli huyi hai.
pyar karne wale aankho ki bat samajh lete hain
khawabo me mil jaye to mulakat samajh lete hain
rota to aasma bhi hai pyar ke liye
par afsos log use barsat samajh lete hain
Barish Ka Ye Mousam Koch Yaad Dilata Hai.
Kisi Kay Saath Honay Ka Ehsaas Dilata Hai.
Fiza Bhi Sard Hai Yaadain Bhi Taaza Hai.
Ye Mousam Kisi Ka Pyaar Dil May Jagata Hai.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Dripping to the ground.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Dropping all around.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Drumming on the rafter.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops
Drowning out our laughter.
Ek aadmi apni biwi ka antim sanskar kar ke Ghar ja raha tha
ke achanak bijli Chamki, Badal garje, Zor se barish(rain) shuru hoi,
Aadmi bola lagta hai pahunch gai.
May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you,
those you love near you and all your heart
might desire
Aaj subah bhagwan ne
‘Dabang’ dekhi aur mood me aa ke kaha
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Aaj aisa Mousam Banayenge ki confuse ho jaoge ki sweater pehne ya raincoat…!!
Hud hud dabang dabang dabang..
I am sure it is a great mistake always to
know enough to go in when it rains. One
may keep snug and dry by such knowledge,
but one misses a world of loveliness.