dard ke phuul bhi khilte haiN bikhar jaate haiN
zaKhm kaise bhi hoN kuch roz meiN bhar jaate haiN
~pochteY ho wo kidheR gaya
daRd buN kaR
meRay dil maiN uteR gaya~
dard ke phuul bhi khilte haiN bikhar jaate haiN
zaKhm kaise bhi hoN kuch roz meiN bhar jaate haiN
~pochteY ho wo kidheR gaya
daRd buN kaR
meRay dil maiN uteR gaya~
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nikalna Khuld se aadam kaa sunte aaye hain lekin .. baray be-aabaro hokar tere kooche se ham nikle ..http://www3.pak.org/gupshup/smilies/frown.gif
hazaaroon Khawahishain aesi kay har Khawahish pe dam nikle ..
bahut nikle mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikle ..
By
Mirza Ghalib
I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
Us Kay Dar Sey Niklay he They Kay
Hamen Tange-y-Kainat Yaad Aa Gae
Irfan Ismail
I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you' ve ran out of room.
Na gham hai, na khushi hai
Na hi is dil mein koi dard hai
Is shaher ke mausam ki tarah
Yahan pe har Jazbah sard hai
Life is like a piano --- what you get out of it,
Depends on how you play it.
Ye khoob kiya hai! ye zisht kiya hai! jaha'n ki asal sarisht kiya hai
baraa maza ho tamaam chehray agar koi benaqaab kar de.....
Next word: Ye
---~---Maria---~---
~Kiya haaq wo jeena hai jo apnay hi liyay ho
Khud mit kar kisi aur ko mitnay se bacha lay~
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“Alif”
Life is like a piano — what you get out of it,
Depends on how you play it.
Inhi patharon pe chal ker agar aa sako to aao
mere ghar ke raaste main kaheen kehkashan nahin hai
yaad kya dast-e-hunar hai keh sanvarta gaya main
us ko sochaa to use yaad hi karta gaya main
is ko tahzib-e-junun kahiye ki mujh se pahle
jaise bikhre hain sabhi log bikharta gaya main
Life is like a piano --- what you get out of it,
Depends on how you play it.
[This message has been edited by Ek Shairah (edited April 24, 2002).]