Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.
Agar Mujhese Mohabat Nhi he To Rokte Q Ho,
Tanhai Me Mere Bare Mein Sochte Kiyun Ho,
Agar Manzil Judai Hai To Jane Do Mujh Ko,
Lot K Kab Aaoge Poochte Q Ho.
Zindgi guzar jaye per pyar kam na ho..
Yaad humein rakhna chahe paas hum na ho..
Qayamat tak chalta rahe yeh pyar ka safar..
Dua karo rab se kabhi yeh rishta khatam na ho…
Tanhai na paye koi kisi ke sath ke bad,
Judai na paye koi kisi ke sath ke bad,
Na pade kisi ko kisi ki aadat itni ki,
Ek ek sans bhi aaye kisi ke yad ke baad.
kabhi mar bhi chuk ae mariz-e-muhabbat
pareshan baithe hain ghar jane wale
qayamat hain zalim ke nichi nigahen
khuda jane kya ho jo nazaren utha le
“qamar main hun mukhtar tanzim-e-shab ka
hain mere hi bas mein andhere ujale
Zindagi Mai Kabhi Kisi Pe Aitbar Na Karna,
Pyaar Ka Khel Khelna,
Par Usme Dub Ke Mat Rahna,
Dub Jao Agr Pyaar Mai To,
Dil Pe Gahre Jakham Khane Ko,
Tayaar Hi Rahna.
Illusion, Temperament, Succession, Surface, Surprise, Reality, Subjectiveness,--these are the threads on the loom of time, these are the lords of life.
There are as many attitudes to cooking as there are people cooking, of course, but I do think that cooking guys tend - I am a guilty party here - to take, or get, undue credit for domestic virtue, when in truth cooking is the most painless and, in its ways, ostentatious of the domestic chores.
Dil roya per apko rone na diya,
saari saari raat jage khudko sone na diya,
itna karte hai hum yaad aapko, per is baat ka ehsaas apko kabhi hone na diya.
By - sachin maharana
Most commonly revolt is born of material circumstances; but insurrection is always a moral phenomenon. Revolt is Masaniello, who led the Neapolitan insurgents in 1647; but insurrection is Spartacus. Insurrection is a thing of the spirit, revolt is a thing of the stomach.
Taazi Hai Ab Bhi Us Mulaaqat Ki Khushbu,...
Jazbaat Me Dube Howe Lamhat Ki Khushbu
Jis Phul Ko Pal Bhar K Lye Thaam Liya Tha
Muddat Se Haathon Me Hai Usi Gulaab Ki Khushbu...
Mehek Teri Aaj Bhi Meri Sanso Main
Hai, Har Ek Ada Teri Meri Ankhon
Main Hai, Tu Bhale Mita De Apne
Dil Se Mera Naam, Magar Teri
Jagha Aaj Bhi Mere Dil Main Hai.
AGAR RAAT KO KOI TANG KARE TUMHE
TUMHARI KARVATO ME SATAYE TUMHARE GALO
KO SAHALAYE TUMHARE BADAN KO CHUME TO
ROMANTIC MAT BANO "ALL OUT" LAGAO MACHAR BHAGAO.
GOOD NIGHT.