Husn Ko Chaand, Jawani Ko Kanval Kehte Hain
Unkee Soorat Nazar Aaye To Ghazal Kehte Hain
Uff! Woh Marmar Se Taraasha Hua Shafaaf Badan
Dekhne Wale Use Taaj Mahal Kehte Hain
Pad Gayee Paaon Mein Taqdeer Kee Zanjeer To
Kya
Ham To Usko Bhee Teri Zulf Ka Baal Kehte Hain
Mujhko Maaloom Nahee Iske Siva Kuch Bhee Katee
Jo Sadee Vasl Mein Guzre Use Pal Kehte Hain
Phool khilte hai bahaaron kasamaa hota hai,
Aise mausam mein hi toh pyaar javaan hota hai,
Dil ki baaton ko hothon se nahi kehte sweet
Yeh fasaana toh nigaahon se bayaan hota hai.
Kisi k paigam ko jra pyr se padha kijye,
kisi k jajbato ka ehsas kiya kijiye,
koi dil se yaad kar raha hai apko,
kam se km uski yaad ka jawab toh diya kijiye….
Meri Mulakat Ko Chahe
Musibat Kehna, Apni Nazar
Ko Mere Liye Nafrat Kehna,
Par Akele Me Jab Ansoo Bhari
Aankhe Meri Yaad Dilaye To
Jaan Use Meri Mohabbat Kehna.
If indeed the qualities such as love, patience, tolerance, and forgiveness are what happiness consists in, and if it is also true that compassion, defined as concern for others, is both the source and the fruit of these qualities, then the more we are compassionate, the more we provide for our own happiness.
What grace is meant to do is to help good people, not to escape their sufferings, but to bear them with a stout heart, with a fortitude that finds its strength in faith.
We are strange beings, we seem to go free, but we go in chains - chains of training, custom, convention, association, environment - in a word, Circumstance, and against these bonds the strongest of us struggle in vain.
Beauty is a form of Genius--is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.