Chote log Paise ki baat karte hain,
Bade log time ki baat karte hain,
Mahan log baat hi nai karte,
Woh sirf sms karte hain,
Nikamma log sirf padte hain
Humne socha tha ki shayad, hum hi chahte
hai tumko,
par tumhe chahne wala to kafila nikla,
Dil ne kaha shikayat kar khuda se,
par khuda bhi tera chahne wala nikla.
Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes;
And galvanism has set some corpses grinning,
But has not answer'd like the apparatus
Of the Humane Society's beginning,
By which men are unsuffocated gratis:
What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.
PALM, n. A species of tree . . . of which the familiar "itching palm" ("Palma hominis") is most widely distributed . . . . This noble vegetable exudes a kind of invisible gum, which may be detected by applying to the bark a piece of gold or silver.
I am uncomfortable with talking of poetry as a priestly profession, because I have little use for organized religions and priestly hierarchies. They have demoralized, persecuted, so many, including women, gays, non-believers.
Kyun Dil Mein Bass Ke Dil Ko Dukhate Ho Tum.?
Kyun har kadam Kadam pe Aazmatain Ho Tum.?
Har Pal Rehate Ho Aankhon Mein
Tum Ek Sapno Ki Tarha,
Phir Kyun Unhi Aankhon Ko Rulatey Ho Tum?
Sari Umar Aankho Mein Ek Sapna Yaad Raha,
Sadiya Beet Gayi Wo Lamha Yaad Raha,
Jane Kya Baat Thi Us Najar Me,
Sari Mehfil Bhul Gaye Bas Vo Chehra Yaad Raha.
Bhale Hi Raah Chalton Ka Daaman Tham Le....
Magar Mere Pyar Ko Bhi Tu Pahchan Le....
Kitna Intezaar Kiya Hai Tere Ishq Mein....
Jara Yeh Dill Ki Betaabi Tu Jaan Le......
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Monks, we who look at the whole and not just the part, know that we too are systems of interdependence, of feelings, perceptions, thoughts, and consciousness all interconnected. Investigating in this way, we come to realize that there is no me or mine in any one part, just as a sound does not belong to any one part of the lute.