Growing up as a kid my father was British and a soccer player. His idol was a guy that passed the ball a lot, Stanley Matthews. Our family thought if you could be unselfish your teammates would always like you.
किताबों मे लिखा है
रूल्स तोडना मना है,
बागों मे लिखा है
फुल तोडना मना है,
ट्रँफिक रुल मे लिखा है
सिग्नल मना है.
दिल तो इतनी चीज है
फिर क्योँ किसी किताब में
नहीं लिखा
Garmiye hasrat-e-nakaam se jal jaate hain
Hum chiraagon ki tarah shaam se jal jaate hain
Shama jalti hai jis aag mein numayish ke liye
Hum usi aag mein gumnaam se jal jaate hain
Jab bhi aata hai tera naam mere naam ke saath
jaane kyon log mere naam se jal jaate hain…
Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.
Tere Jane Ke Baad Koi
Sahara
Bi Toh Nahi
Tujhe Kabhi Tanhai Me
Pukara
Bi Toh Nahi
Bewafa Tujhe Hum Aaj Bhi
Chahte Hai
Magar Phir Bi Tu Hmara
To
Nahi...
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicatied
Of dead and living, Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment . . .
I look at some of the kids that I interact with, and they were born with so many disadvantages. And you could start off in your first interaction with them saying, "Unless they get a lot of compensatory help, they're not going to be able to compete; they're just so far behind, and they're wounded and they're hurt."
mohobbat ke bhi kuch raaj hote hai.
jagti aakho me bhi khwaab hote hai.
jaruri nahi ki aashu gam me aaye.
muskurati aakho me bhi aashuo ka sailab hota hai.