We need a home in the psychological sense as much as we need one in the physical: to compensate for a vulnerability. We need a refuge to shore up our states of mind, because so much of the world is opposed to our allegiances. We need our rooms to align us to desirable versions of ourselves and to keep alive the important, evanescent sides of us.
Duaon me Manga Mannat Ho Tum . . .
Armanon me Saja Jannat Ho Tum . .
Kya Batayen Aap se Sanam aap to Bejaan Pathar Me bhi dhadakta Hua Dil Ho Tum . . . Love Forever
aandhi chali to naqsh-e-kaf-e-pa nahi mila
dil jis se mil gaya wo dubara nahi mila
aavaz ko to kon samajhata ki dur dur
khamoshiyon ka dard-shanasa nahi mila
hum anjuman mein sab ke taraf dekhte rahe
apani tarah se koi akela nahi mila
kachche ghade ne jit li nadi chadhi hui
mazabut kashtiyon ko kinara nahi mila
Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.
Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eye, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight, diffused over his face, became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.
Aaj Itna Pila Jaalim Ki Hosh Na Rahe,
Dard Ka Ehsaas Mit Jaye, Koi Gam N Rahe,
Katra-Katra Jism Mein Yu Aag Bhar Jaye,
Jal Jaye Jism Apna Magar Hosh Na Rahe.