Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that 'yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
Ye baat hawao ko bataye rakhna,
Roshni hogi chirago ko jalaye rakhna,
Lahu dekar jiski hifazat humne ki…
aise
TIRANGE ko sada Dil me basaye
rakhna….
Happy Indian Independence Day ......!!
O.,, yAhIn dOoBe DIn mE
yAhIn hOtE hAiN sAvErA
yAhI mArnA oR jEeNa
yAhIn mAndIr Or mAdInA
TERI GALIYAAN GALIYAAN TERI GALIYAAN MUJHKO BHAAVE GALLIYAAN TERI GALIYAAN.. YUHIN TADPAVEIN GALIYAAN TERI GALIYAAN TADPAVEIN....
I have a profound empathy for people who are in the public eye, whether they manifest it themselves or whether it happened by accident - it doesn't matter to me. I think there's a great misunderstanding of what it is to be famous.
Closeness to another person is like a fear of falling off a building to me. It's really, like, physically painful, and it's a brand of crazy I don't appreciate having.
He was always striving to attain it. The life that was so swiftly expanding within him, urged him continually toward the wall of light. The life that was within him knew that it was the one way out, the way he was predestined to tread.
YA SHAERI YA MUHABBAT TERAY WAJOUD SAY HAY
YA SUZ DARD YA ULFAT TERAY WAJOUD SAY HAY
TUJHI KO DEKH KA DHALTAY HAIN LAFZ GETOUN MAIN
MERAY KHYAL KI SHOURAT TERAY WAJOUD SAY HA
TERAY HI DAM SAY HA KAIM WAFA KA TAJ MAHAL
MERI WAFAOUN MAIN SHAYDAT TERAY WAJOUD SAY SA
TERAY HI NAAM SAY MILTA HA ZINDAGI KO SAKOON
TAMAM ULFAT O RAHAT TERAY WAJOUD SAY HA
We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.
"Tanhaiyo me muskurana
ishq hai,
ek baat ko sab se
chhupana ishq hai,
yu to nind nahi aati hume
rat bhar, magar sote sote jagna or
jagte jagte sona ishq hai."
The American elite is almost beyond redemption. . . . Moral relativism has set in so deeply that the gilded classes have become incapable of discerning right from wrong. Everything can be explained away, especially by journalists. Life is one great moral mush--sophistry washed down with Chardonnay. The ordinary citizens, thank goodness, still adhere to absolutes.... It is they who have saved the republic from creeping degradation while their 'betters' were derelict.