Kuchh fasle sirf aankho se hote hai.
Dil ke fasle to bato se hote hai.
Koi lakh bhulane ki koshish kare par,
kuchh riste khatam sirf sanso se hoti hai...
EXam’s song by Munna bhai:
Chanda Mama so Gaye,
Student sarey jage.
Dekho pakdo yaron,
Ghadi ke kaante bhaage.
Ek pariksha khatam,to duji
shuru ho gayi MAAMU.
Sukun Milta Hai Jab Unse
Baat Hoti Hai, Hazaaro Raato
Me Wo Ek Raat Hoti Hai,
Nigaahe Uthake Dekhe Kabhi
Jo Meri Taraf, Wo Hi Ek Nigaha
Meri Qayenat Hoti Hai.
Had I known that the heart breaks slowly, dismantling itself into unrecognizable plots of misery... had I known yet I would have loved you, your brash and insolent beauty, your heavy comedic face and knowledge of sweet delights, but from a distance I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.
What I've seen from keeping in touch as well as I can is that what I find so typical in Mexican culture is the helpfulness of the people to each other. I think, at this point, that is the highest good and the highest we can hope for - which is to be of help and use to each other wherever we are.
The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something. Don’t wait for good things to happen to you. If you go out and make some good things happen, you will fill the world with hope, you will fill yourself with hope.
If a smile could be a rain drop
If a smile could be a rain drop i would wish that it keeps raining throughout ur life so that there may be no place for tears in ur life
True Meditation is the space in which everything gets revealed, everything gets seen, everything gets experienced. And as such, it lets go of itself. We don't even let go. It lets go of itself.