I wouldn't be worth my salt if I weren't attracting some controversy and criticism. Everyone in the world who has done something in life has attracted criticism.
Zikr-e-shab-e-firaq se vahshat use bhi thi
meri tarah kisi se muhabbat use bhi thi
mujh ko bhi shauq tha naye cheharon ke did ka
rasta badal ke chalne ke aadat use bhi thi
us raat der tak wo raha mahv-e-guftagu
masruf main bhi kam tha faragat use bhi thi
sunata tha wo bhi sab se purani kahaniyan
taza rafaqaton ke zarurat use bhi thi
If the book is good, is about something that you know, and is truly written, and reading it over you see that this is so, you can let the boys yip and the noise will have that pleasant sound coyotes make on a very cold night when they are out in the snow and you are in your own cabin that you have built or paid for with your work.
If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. The great gifts are not got by analysis. Everything good is on the highway. The middle region of our being is the temperate zone.
Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it - as at last I did, thank Heaven! - and from its long, sad, wretched dream, to dawn.
Fir Kahi Dur Se Ek Baar
Sada Do Mujhko, Meri Tanhai
Ka Ehsaas Dila Do Mujhko,
Tum To Chand Ho Tumhe Meri
Zarurat Kya Hai, Mai Diyaa Hu
Kisi Chaukhat Pe Jala Do Mujhko!