Teri Narazgi Me Bhi Mohabbat Hai..
Ye Log Kya Jaane..
Teri Saza Me Bhi Ek Maza Hai
Ye Log Kya Jaane..
Kehte Ho Ki Baat Nahi Karoge Mujhse
Baat Karne Ko Tum Bhi Tadapte Ho..
Ye Log Kya Jaane..
Karte Ho Mohabbat Mujhse Bepanah Tum Bhi..
Par
Chhupana Bhi Tumhari Ek Ada Hai..
Ye Log Kya Jaane..!
Thus nature has no love for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some support; and the sweetest support is found in the most intimate friendship.
The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice. Yet had I known such pain was in the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe—I have thought since—I could have stood it well enough. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the soothing sea-breeze, the world was a confusion, blurred with drifting black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot of the house in the stone wall.
It is very easy to say that your opponents have been guilty of a breach of faith, but it is a great mistake to splash the paint about so freely that your words cease to have any real meaning and cease to carry any sense of affront even to those to whom they are applied and cease to bear any connection with any genuine feeling of indignation on the part of those on whose behalf they are spoken.
Iss Qadr Naa Har Baat, Yaaron Se Puucho,
Jo Baat Raaz Ki Ho, iSharoon Se Puucho ..
Lehroon Se Khelna To, Samandar Ka Shauk Hai,
Lagti Hai Chot Kaise, Ye Kinaroon Se Puuchoooo