Aj Khuda ki hm pr ho Meharbani,
Krde maf hm logo ki sare Naformani,
Eid Ka din aj ao mil kr kre yhi wada,
Khuda ka hi raho mai hm chlenge sada.
Sare Musalman ko EID MUBARAK.
Yaadon ne teri mujhko ghafil na hone diya.
Raat phir bohat der tak sone nahi diya.
Dil gham se choor tha aankhen udas thin.
Chahat ne mujhko teri rone nahi diya.
Me manzil ki talash me bohat door tak nikal gaya.
Baton ne teri mujhko phir khone nahi diya.
zakhmi wajood ko lekar kahan jaon me.
Apno ne mujhko apna hone nahi diya.
Kismat me tera mera saath na tha shayad.
Halat ne b mujko tera hone nahi diya
Subah Sham Unka EHSAS Rehta Hai
aap Har Pal Mere SATH Rehti Hai
Kyu Na YAAD Aye Aapki Muje Itni
Aap To DILME Dharkan Bankar Dharakte Rahte Hai..
Good Morning.
But then, shall I never get any older than I am now? That'll be a comfort, one way -- never to be an old woman -- but then -- always to have lessons to learn!
MAT KAR GILA MERE BAHTE ASHKO KA,
ISH DIL KO SABHI NE RULAYA HAI,
MAT DHUNDH MERE DIL KI KITAAB ME KHUSHIYO KA PANNA,
HAR PANNA APNO NE JALAYA HAI.........
Unfortunately, public debates do not have much room for subtlety. The audience wants a quick thrust at your opponent, not a slow and convoluted series of moves. Whenever Obama uses subtleties in discussing a complex issue, he gets creamed.
Before I met Ayn Rand, I was a logical positivist, and accordingly, I didn't believe in absolutes, moral or otherwise. If I couldn't prove a proposition with facts and figures, it was without merit.
A priest is a man vowed, trained, and consecrated, a man belonging to a special corps, and necessarily with an intense esprit de corps. He has given up his life to his temple and his god. This is a very excellent thing for the internal vigour of his own priesthood, his own temple. He lives and dies for the honour of his particular god. But in the next town or village is another temple with another god. It is his constant preoccupation to keep his people from that god. Religious cults and priesthoods are sectarian by nature; they will convert, they will overcome, but they will never coalesce.
Aye Khuda,
Mujhe Dard Hi Na Ho
Muje Aisa Bana Do,
Muje Apne Jaisa Bana Do,
Mayus Hota Hu Jab Wo Todte Hai Mera DiL,
Ek Pathar Ka DiL Mere Bhi Seene Me Laga Do.