Mohabbat Ki Saza Bemisaal Di Usne..
Udaas Rehne Ki Aadat Daal Di Usne..
Jab Mere Jism Par Wo Apna Zakhm Dekh Chuka..
To
Janbuz Kar Kaanto Ki Shawl Daal Di Usne..!
Mareez: Doctor Saheb Mujhe Door Ki Chize Nazar Nahi Aati Hai!
Doctor: Asman Par Dek Kar Batao Ki Wo Kya Hai?
Mareez: Chand
Doctor: Ab Kya,In Aankho Se Farishte Dekhega?
If faith in ourselves had been more extensively taught and practiced, I am sure a very large portion of the evils and miseries that we have would have vanished.
Heaven, as conventionally conceived, is a place so inane, so dull, so useless, so miserable that nobody has ever ventured to describe a whole day in heaven, though plenty of people have described a day at the seaside.
Mere dil ke dard kisne dekhaa hain....
Mujhe bus khuda ne tadapte dekha hain....
Hum tanhayi mein baithe rote hain....
Logo ne hume mahfil mai haste dikha hain....
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.
Writers matter in a society to the extent that we can help that society hear its unvoiced longing, encounter its erased and disregarded selves, break with complacency, numbness, despair.
When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.
To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,
Or any bird in song;
And common leaves that hum all day
Without a throat or tongue.
And when Time strikes the hour for sleep,
Back in my room alone,
My heart has many a sweet bird's song -
And one that's all my own.
It is in dialogue with pain that many beautiful things acquire their value. Acquaintance with grief turns out to be one of the more unusual prerequisites of architectural appreciation. We might, quite aside from all other requirements, need to be a little sad before buildings can properly touch us.
What's all this whining about the environment? They're always talking about 'stop the clearcuts.' I mean do the math people. If we were out of trees then we wouldn't have any clearcuts to be complaining about now would we?