There are some books that refuse to be written. They stand their ground year after year and will not be persuaded. It isn't because the book is not there and worth being written -- it is only because the right form of the story does not present itself. There is only one right form for a story and if you fail to find that form the story will not tell itself.
A Perfect Girl:
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Na Kabhi Tang Karti Hai,
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Na Kabhi Cheekhti Chillaati Hai,
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Na Kabhi Kisi K Saath Flirt Karti
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Na Kabhi Jhoot Bolti Hai,
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Na Kabhi Dhoka Deti Hai,
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Na Kabhi Shaq Karti Hai,
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Aur Na Hi Is Duniya Mein Paayi
Jaati...
Mile to no.dena
What acts as a far more effective circumstance for generating compassion and what, in fact, rouses us from our comfortable meditation seat is actually seeing or hearing others - encountering others directly, not just conceptually in our imagination.
Zindagi Jab Bhi Tere Samne Haqiqat
Layegi, Tere Honton Par Mera Naam
Zaroor Layegi. Aur Jab Bhi Chalega
Mahfil Mein Wafa Ka Charcha, Us Din
Meri Kahani Tere Bohut Kaam Aayegi.
Intzar ki aarzu ab kho gayi hai,
Khamoshiyo ki aadat ho gayi hai,
Na sikwa raha na shikayt kisi se,
Agar hai to ek mohbbat,
jo in tanhayion se ho gayi hai..!
Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.
Ab ho gaya hai aadmi ,
Bikta hai jahaan pyaar bhi saamaan ki tarah,
Pehchaan bhi hai mushkil mukhauton ke daur mein
Dikhta hai bhediya bhi insaan ki tarah!!