To live this Life, I need heartbeat
To have a heartbeat, I need a Heart
To have a Heart, I need Happiness
To have a Happiness, I need you..!!
Kal halki halki barish thi,
kal sard hawa ka raqs bhi tha,
Kal phool bhi nikhray nikhray the,
Kal un main app ka aqs bhi tha,
kal badal gehray kaale the,
Kal chand pe laakhon pehre the..
Kuch tukry app ki yaadon ke,
Bari dair se dil main thehre the..
Kal yaadien uljhi uljhi thien,
Aur kal tak yeh na suljhi thien..
Kal yaad buhat tum aye the¦..
Kal yaad buhat tum aye the¦..
There is much that makes me sorry
As i journy down life’s way
And i seen to see more pathos in poor
Haman lives each day
I’m sorry for the strong brave men
Who shield the weak from harm
But who in their own trouble hours
Find no protecting arms...
I’m sorry for the victors who have
Reached success to stand
As targets for the arrows shot by
Envious failure’s hand..
I’m sorry for the generous hearts who
Freely shared their wine
But drink alone the gall of tears in
The fortune’s drear decline..
I’m sorry for the souls who build their
Own fame’s funeral pyre
Derided by the scornful through like ice
deriding fire..
I’m sorry for the conquering ones who Know not sin’s defeat
But daily tread down fierce desire
“Neath scorches and bleeding feet…
I’m sorry for anguished heart that Break with passion’s strain
But I’m sorrier for the poor starved Soul that never knew love’s pain
Who hunger on through barren years
Not tasting joys they crave
For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o’er grave…
I’m sorry for the souls that come unwelcome into birth…
I’m so sorry for the unloved old who cumber up the earth..
I’m sorry for the suffering poor in life’s
Great maelstrom hurled in truth…
I’m sorry for them all who make this
Aching world…
But underneath whatever seems sad
And is not understood
I know there lies from our sight
A mighty germ of good…
And this belief stands firm by me
My sermon , motto , text..
The sorriest things in this life
Will seem grandest in the next.
Teri aankho me sama jau kuch is tarah..
Aankho me ashq shamai hai jis tarah !!
Teri sanso me sama jau kuch is tarah..
Phoolo me khushbu hai jis tarah !!
Dil me tere utar jaye Ashiqe kuch is tarah..
Raat me chand nikal aaya ho jis tarah !!
Tere chehare pe aapani nazar chod jau kuch is tarah..
Heer-Ranjha aapni kahani chod gaye hai jis tarah !!
Unhe gar pyar karna na aata to,
Vo dusron se youn na jatate.
Hamara dil todkar hame,
Vo is kadar na rulate.
Pyar to unhe bepanah aata hai.
Lekin humpar jane kyon nahi aata hai.
Uski chahat me kurban ho jaun mein,
Uski ek hansi ke liyehar pal mar jaun mein.
Yaad to hum unhe aaj bhi hai yaaro,
Varna is gali se vo gujarana na jodte,
Mujhe is tarah tanhaeyon me na chodte.
Unhe gar pyar karna na aata to,
Vo dusron se youn na jatate.
Hamara dil todkar hame,
Vo is kadar na rulate.
Dil Apney Aap Dhadakta Hai, Dharkaya Nahi Jata
Yeh Raaz-E-Mohabbat Har Ek Ko Bataya Nahi Jata
Agar Ehsaas Ho Tho, Mohabat Ko Kar Lo Mehsoos
Yeh woh Jazba Hai JoLafzoon Mein Samjhaya Nahi Jata
Dosti Ke Liye Mohabat AurKhuloos Hai Lazim
Har Haath Milane WaleKo Dost Samjha Nahi Jata
Bohat Kam Hai Log Jho Dil Mein Uter Jhate hai
Her Rah Chalte KoApna Banaya Nahi Jata
Koshish Se Badal Jhati Hai TaQdeerein
Dekar Ilzaam Qismat Aur Dil Ko Behlaya nahi Jata
Decisions, You face them every date.
It’s the big ones that are tough
First and foremost
When facing a big decision
you have to know what is important to you
It may sound selfish,
But it’s not
It is essential to making the best possible choices
Avoid macking decisions
because someone else is pressuring you.
You may start out with the best intentions
but you won’t be motivated to carry it out,
and may often live with regret.
Next time you’re faced with a big decision,
take the time to examining
your own thoughts and beliefs.
Your feelings, ideas and experiences
are what you must think
about before making a big commitment.
Self awareness is the key
to how the best decisions are made.
A teacher from Primary School asks her students to write an essay about what they would like God to do for them… At the end of the day, while marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional.
Her husband, who had just walked in, saw her crying and asked her: – ‘What happened?’
She answered- ‘Read this. It is one of my students’ essays.’
‘Oh God, tonight I ask you something very special:
Make me into a television. I want to take its place and live like the TV in my house.
Have my own special place, and have my family around ME.
To be taken seriously when I talk….
I want to be the center of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions.
I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives even when it is not working.
Have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired.
And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring me…
And… I want my brothers to fight to be with me…
I want to feel that family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to spend some time with me.
And last but not least, ensure that I can make them all happy and entertain them…
Lord I don’t ask you for much… I just want to live like a TV.’
At that moment the husband said: – ‘My God, poor kid. What horrible parents!‘
The wife looked up at him and said: – ‘That essay is our son’s!!!
Tumhe main bhool jaonga magar waada nahin karta,
Hamesha muskuraoonga magar waada nahin karta,
Tumhari har nishani ko darya me bahaa doonga,
Tumhare khat jala doonga magar waada nahin karta,
Tumhara zikr mehfil me ho to khamosh rehna hai,
Main khud ko aazmaoonga magar waada nahin karta,
Chalo tumse ye waada hai k dil me dard hain jitne,
Kisi ko na sunaoonga magar waada nahin karta,
Sitaaro neend ke maaro chalo khawabon ki duniya me,
Main bhi so he jaoonga magar waada nahin karta.
I long to feel your hand in mine,
the warmth in your touch,
the softness in their careless
I long to gaze into your eyes,
to see the dreams that most overlook
I long to hear the sound of you voice,
the laughter in your words,
the calm in your voice
I long to feel your skin against mine,
the sensation in your embrace,
the excitement in your physique
I long to touch your lips with mine,
to taste their touch, the emotions that unravel
But all these wishes are nothing more,
than dreams that keep me searching,
to keep in mind those moments in time
that I was graced by your presence.
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