Muhabbat ki haqeeqat – II

January 31, 2009 at 5:44 pm (Habit, ISLAM, My poetry, Myself & I, Private, Public, Religion, future, history, past, present, relatioship, silence, thought, tips and tricks)

muhabat aik afaqi jazba ha. is k beshumar roop hoty han. ik insan ki dosray insan se muhabat,dosto ki muhabat,behan bhai ki muhabat, ma baap ki muhabat, aulad ki muhabat, aur SAB SE BARH KAR MAKHLOOQ KI APNY KHALIQ SE MUHBBAT. ye sab muhabbaten han jo insan karta ha, karta rahy ga. Ghor karo to in me koi be-gharz nahi ha. insan kitna hi be-gharz ho, magar kisi dosray insan se muhabat karty huay mukamal tor par be-gharz nahi ho sakta.koi gharz na ho to tanhae door karny ki gharz to ha. Akyla to koi nahi reh sakta. insaan mashrati janwar ha. to taluq rakhny ki gharz to aik bari sachae ha. DOSTI KA BHI YAHI HAAL HA. koi HAM KHAYAL, jo acha b lagta ho. is se mil kar bat kar ky dil khush hota ha. Gharz to Hue na. aur ikhtilaf ho jaiey ,,,, sangeen nouyat ka ikhtilaf ho jiaiye to ADMI is dost ko chor dyta ha. koi aur dost talash kar lyta ha. Bhai dost se bari zarurat hota ha. Ak bohot apna, jo har kary waqt me sath rahy…. hamara dukh bantay… tasaali dy. Lakin aj kal bohot kamm bhai bhai hony ka farz pora karty han. aur muhabbat , ye to bohot mushkil se milti ha. ya milti hi nahi.
Maa baap se aulaad ki gharz hoti ha, bulkay is ki had nahi hoti. aadmi ko itna kuch milta ha maa baap se. wo in se muhabbat na kary to kia kary aur KHUDA ki MUHABBAT! wo to ha hi MOHTAAJ ki muhabbat jo wo is se karta ha, jo is ki har zarurat pori karta ha. wo maa baap se BARH KAR KHAYAL RAKHNY WALA HA. ZARURATEN PORI KARNY WALA HA. Bss MAA BAAP KI AULAD SE MUHABBAT SE SE MUKHTALIF HA. Magar nihayet be-gharz hony ka bawajood gharz se bilkul paak wo bhi nahi ha. BAAP ko aulad se aik masoom c gharz hoti ha k wo is ki nasal ko agay barhaiye ga, marnay k bad is k nam ko zinda rakhy . Haan maa ki muhabbat bilkul be-gharz ha, is ka bss chaly to aulaad ka har dukh khud ly ly aur usay dukh se mehfooz kar dy.

KHALIQ KI ALLAH KI MUHABBAT hi sab se khalis , sab se be-gharz aur baak muhabbat ha, kiun k isay kisi sy kuch nahi chahiyey. wo sab kuch banany wala ha har chez ka malik ha. koi usay kuch dy nai sakta, isay na hi zarurat ha. lakin humen us ki rehmat aur barkat ki zaruat ha.

Muhabbat admi ALLAH se kary ya is ki makhlooq se, wo ibadat hoti ha. shart ye ha k wo Paak mohabbat ho aur muhabbat karny wala har pal ye yaad rakhy k isay aur is k mehboob ko ALLAH ne banaya ha… Ehsaan kia. Aur yahi nahi, in k dilo me muhabbat b isi na daali, warna wo yek-ja nahi ho sakty thy. Ye to ALLAH ka ehsaan ha. Is KHAYAL K SATH MUHBBAT IBADAT HO GE. AUR IS K BAGHER HAWIS.

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Muhabbat ki Haqeeqat – I

January 31, 2009 at 5:09 pm (Get Relex, Habit, ISLAM, My poetry, Myself & I, Private, Public, Religion, family, friendship, future, hate, history, love, past, present, relatioship, silence, thought)

Muhabbat karnay waly ko apny mehbob se koi gharz, koi talab nahi hoti. wo to apnay mehboob se badlay me kuch b nahi mangta. muhabbad bhi nahi, iltfat ki aik nazar bhi nahi. wo to bss muhabbat kiye jata ha , kiu k muhabbad aik khud kar jazba ha, jo dil me khud ba khud ubharta ha. to muhabbat karny wala to muhabat karny par majbor ho jata ha. wo koi shart aed nahi karta. ye muhabat nahi k mehbob jawab me muhabat na dy to usay chor kar kisi aur se muhabat kar lo. YE to PHIR karobar HUA.

Upper wala khayal ki tarah kisi ko muhabbat bhi somp dyta ha.

muhabbad pak aur buland jazba ha. aur ye mehdood bhi nahi. ma bayty se muhabat karti ha, Banda mabood se muhabat karta ha. muhabat kisi ko kisi seb ho sakti ha. KISI MARD ko KISI AURAT se ho sakti ha. LAKIN Muhabbad ki Bunyad JISM KABHI NAHI hota.  Is ki buniyad achy ausaaf bhi nahi hoty. Mehboob ka zahir bhi nahi hota, kiu k muhabbad lafani jazba ha. Admi borha ho jaiye to JISM dhal jata ha. Muhabbat kabhi khatam nahi hoti, chahy koi burae b samnay a jaiye. chahy Jism dhal jaiye, chahy Insan mar jaiye.

Insaan dosray insaan se sirf muhabat hi kar sakta ha, lakin insaan ko ALLAH se muhabbat karni chahiye kisi fani shye se nahi, KABhi ISHQ nahi. kiu k isht to Sirf Aik MABOOD ALLAH se hi ho sakta ha. Aur jis ko ho jiaye wo khushnaseeb ha.

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Memorable quotes for Jane Eyre

January 31, 2009 at 9:50 am (Uncategorized)

Jane Eyre: [narrating] My name is Jane Eyre… I was born in 1820, a harsh time of change in England. Money and position seemed all that mattered. Charity was a cold and disagreeable word. Religion too often wore a mask of bigotry and cruelty. There was no proper place for the poor or the unfortunate. I had no father or mother, brother or sister. As a child I lived with my aunt, Mrs. Reed of Gateshead Hall. I do not remember that she ever spoke one kind word to me.


[last lines]
Jane Eyre: [narrating] As the months went past, he came to see the light once more as well as to feel its warmth; to see first the glory of the sun, and then the mild splendour of the moon, and at last the evening star. And then one day, when our firstborn was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes as they once were… large, brilliant and black.


Jane Eyre: I should never mistake informality for insolence. One, I rather like; the other, no free-born person would submit to, even for a salary.
Edward Rochester: Humbug! Most free-born people would submit to anything for a salary.


Mrs. Reed: [introducing Jane] This, Mr. Brocklehurst, is the child in question. She is the daughter of my late sister’s husband by an unfortunate union which we in the family prefer to forget. For some years she’s lived in this house.


Dr. Rivers: You keep your schoolroom uncommonly cold, Mr. Brocklehurst.
Henry Brocklehurst: A matter of principle, Dr. Rivers. Our aim is not to pamper the body but strengthen the soul.
Dr. Rivers: I should not have thought that a bad cough was any aid to salvation, but then I’m not a theologian. Good day, sir.


Edward Rochester: I put my requests in an absurd way. The fact is once and for all, I do not wish to treat you as an inferior, but I’ve baffled through varied experiences with many men of many nations and roved over the globe while you’ve spent your whole life with one set of people in one house. Don’t you agree it gives me the right to be masterful and abrupt?
Jane Eyre: Do as you please, sir. You pay me 30 pounds a year for receiving your orders.


Edward Rochester: Are you always drawn to the loveless and unfriended?
Jane Eyre: When it’s deserved.

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Jane Eyre – A Love Story Every Woman Would Die a Thousand Deaths to Live!

January 31, 2009 at 9:48 am (Uncategorized)

The movie begins in Gateshead Hall, where a ten-year-old orphan named Jane Eyre is living with her mother’s brother’s family. The brother, surnamed Reed, dies shortly after adopting Jane. His wife, Mrs. Sarah Reed, and their three children (John, Eliza and Georgiana) neglect and abuse Jane, for they resent Mr. Reed’s preference for the little orphan in their midst. In addition, they dislike Jane’s plain looks and quiet yet passionate character. Thus, the novel begins with young John Reed bullying Jane, who retaliates with unwonted violence. Jane is blamed for the ensuing fight, and Mrs. Reed has two of the servants drag her off and lock her up in the red-room, the unused chamber where Mr. Reed had died. Still locked in that night, Jane sees a light and panics, thinking that her uncle’s ghost has come. Her scream rouses the house, but Mrs. Reed just locks up Jane for longer. Then Jane has a fit and passes out. A doctor, Mr. Lloyd, comes to Gateshead Hall and suggests that Jane go to school.

Mr. Brocklehurst is a cold, cruel, self-righteous, and highly hypocritical clergyman who runs a charity school called Lowood. He accepts Jane as a pupil in his school. Jane is infuriated, however, when Mrs. Reed tells him, falsely, that Jane is a liar. After Brocklehurst departs, Jane bluntly tells Mrs. Reed how she hates the Reed family. Mrs. Reed, so shocked that she is scarcely capable of responding, leaves the drawing room in haste.

Jane finds life at Lowood to be grim. Miss Maria Temple, the youthful superintendent, is just and kind, but another teacher, Miss Scatcherd, is sour and abusive. Mr. Brocklehurst, visiting the school for an inspection, has Jane placed on a tall stool before the entire assemblage. He then tells them that “…this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land, worse than many a little heathen who says its prayers to Brahma and kneels before Juggernautthis girl isa liar!”

Later that day, Miss Temple allows Jane to speak in her own defence. After Jane does so, Miss Temple writes to Mr. Lloyd. His reply agrees with Jane’s, and she is cleared of Mr. Brocklehurst’s accusation.

Mr. Brocklehurst embezzles the school’s funds to support his family’s luxurious lifestyle while hypocritically preaching to others a doctrine of privation and poverty. As a result, Lowood’s eighty pupils must make do with cold rooms, poor meals, and thin garments whilst his family lives in comfort. The majority become sick from a typhus epidemic that strikes the school.

Jane is impressed with one pupil, Helen Burns, who accepts Miss Scatcherd’s cruelty and the school’s deficiencies with passive dignity, practising the Christian teaching of turning the other cheek. Jane admires and loves the gentle Helen and they become best friends, but Jane cannot bring herself to emulate her friend’s behaviour. While the typhus epidemic is raging, Helen dies of consumption in Jane’s arms.

Many die in the typhus epidemic, and Mr. Brocklehurst’s neglect and dishonesty are laid bare. Several rich and kindly people donate to put up a new school building in a more healthful location. New rules are made, and improvements in diet and clothing are introduced. Though Mr. Brocklehurst can not be overlooked, due to his wealth and family connections, new people are brought in to share his duties of treasurer and inspector, and conditions improve dramatically at Lowood.

The narrative resumes eight years later. Jane has been a teacher at Lowood for two years, but she thirsts for a better and brighter future. She advertises for a governess and is hired by Mrs. Alice Fairfax, housekeeper of the Gothic manor of Thornfield, to teach a rather spoiled but amiable little French girl named Adèle Varens. A few months after her arrival at Thornfield, Jane goes for a walk and aids a horseman who takes a fall.He is rude to her and calls her a ‘witch’ but she helps him back on the horse. On her return to Thornfield, Jane discovers that the horseman is her employer, Mr. Edward Rochester, a moody, charismatic gentleman nearly twenty years older than Jane. Adèle is his ward.

Rochester seems quite taken with Jane. He repeatedly summons her to his presence and talks with her. Adèle, he says, is the illegitimate daughter of a French opera singer, Celine, who was his mistress for a time, though he doubts Adèle is his daughter. That same night, Jane hears eerie laughter coming from the hallway, and upon opening the door she sees smoke coming from Rochester’s chamber. Rushing into his room, she finds his bed curtains ablaze and douses them with water, saving Rochester’s life. Rochester says a matronly servant named Grace Poole is responsible, yet does not fire her, and Grace Poole shows no signs of remorse or guilt. Jane is amazed and perplexed. But by this time, Rochester and Jane are in love with each other, though they do not show it.

Soon after the fire incident, Mr. Rochester departs Thornfield, reportedly to the Continent. He returns expectedly with a party of high-class ladies and gentlemen, including Miss Blanche Ingram, a beautiful but shallow socialite whom he seems to be courting. The party is interrupted when a strange old gypsy woman arrives and insists on telling everyone’s fortunes. When Jane’s turn comes, the gypsy tells her a great deal about her life and feelings, much to Jane’s surprise. Then the gypsy reveals “herself” to be Rochester in disguise.

That night, after a piercing scream wakes everyone in the house, Mr. Rochester comes to Jane for help in attending to a wounded guest, a certain Mr. Richard Mason, a queer Englishman from the West Indies. Mr. Mason has been stabbed and bitten in the arm, and a surgeon comes and secretly whisks the wounded man away. Again, Rochester hints that Grace Poole is responsible.

Jane receives word that Mrs. Reed, upon hearing of her son John’s apparent suicide after leading a life of dissipation and debt, has suffered a near-fatal stroke and is asking for her. So Jane returns to Gateshead, where she encounters her cousins Eliza and Georgiana Reed. Eliza has become a self-righteous puritan. Georgiana, much admired for her beauty in London a season or two ago, has become plump and vapid, always moaning about her love affair with Lord Edwin Vere. Eliza, out of envy, had prevented their marriage. The two sisters despise each other and are barely on speaking terms.

Although she rejects Jane’s efforts at reconciliation, Mrs. Reed gives Jane a letter that she had previously withheld out of spite. The letter is from Jane’s father’s brother, John Eyre, notifying her of his intent to leave her his fortune upon his death. Mrs. Reed dies in the night, and no one mourns her. Eliza enters a convent in France, and Georgiana travels to London, eventually marrying a wealthy but worn-out society man.

After Jane returns to Thornfield, she and Rochester gradually reveal their love for each other.Though Jane accepts Rochester’s proposal of marriage, she is plagued by doubts about it. She feels she is Rochester’s inferior and continues to address him as “master” even after they are engaged. Her forebodings deepen when a strange, savage-looking woman sneaks into her room one night and rips her wedding veil in two. Yet again, Rochester attributes the incident to Grace Poole.

The wedding goes ahead nevertheless. But during the ceremony in the church, the mysterious Mr. Mason and a lawyer step forth and declare that Rochester cannot marry Jane because his own wife is still alive. Rochester bitterly admits this fact, explaining that his wife is a violent madwoman whom he keeps imprisoned in the attic, where Grace Poole looks after her. But Grace Poole imbibes gin immoderately, occasionally giving the madwoman an opportunity to escape. It is Rochester’s mad wife who is responsible for the strange events at Thornfield. Rochester nearly committed bigamy, and kept this fact from Jane. The wedding is cancelled, and Jane is heartbroken.

Back at the manorhouse, Rochester explains further. Under pressure from his father to make an advantageous marriage, and lured by Bertha’s vast inheritance and personal beauty, Rochester had as a young man married Bertha. When Bertha became openly insane, Rochester locked her up in Thornfield and departed for a life of sensuality in Europe.

Rochester then asks Jane to accompany him to the south of France, where they will live as husband and wife, even though they cannot be married. But Jane refuses to give up her self-respect by becoming a rich man’s mistress, even though she loves him still.

But she does not trust herself to refuse a second time. In the dead of night, Jane slips out of Thornfield and takes a coach far away to the north of England. When her money gives out, she sleeps outdoors on the moor and reluctantly begs for food. One night, freezing and starving, she comes to Moor House (or Marsh End) and begs for help. St. John Rivers, the young clergyman who lives in the house, admits her.

Jane, who gives the false surname of Elliott, quickly recovers under the care of St. John and his two kind sisters, Diana and Mary. St. John arranges for Jane to teach a charity school for girls in the village of Morton. At the school, Jane observes the interactions of St. John, a cold and stern man but a truly devout Christian, and Rosamond Oliver, a beautiful but silly young heiress. Jane comes to believe that the two are in love, and boldly says so to St John. St. John confesses his love but says that Rosamond would make a most unsuitable wife for a missionary, which he intends to become.

One snowy night, St. John unexpectedly arrives at Jane’s cottage. Suspecting Jane’s true identity, he relates Jane’s experiences at Thornfield and says that her uncle, John Eyre, has died and left Jane his fortune of 20,000 pounds. After confessing her true identity, Jane arranges to share her inheritance with the Riverses, who turn out to be her cousins.

Not long afterwards, St. John decides to travel to India and devote his life to missionary work. He asks Jane to accompany him as his wife. Jane consents to go to India but adamantly refuses to marry him because they are not in love. St. John is not cruel or hypocritical like Mr. Brocklehurst, but he does not respect other people’s feelings when they conflict with his own. He continues to pressure Jane to marry him, and his forceful personality almost causes her to capitulate. But at that moment she hears what she thinks is Rochester’s voice calling her name, and this gives her the strength to reject St. John completely.

The next day, Jane takes a coach to Thornfield. But only blackened ruins lie where the manorhouse once stood. An innkeeper tells Jane that Rochester’s mad wife set the fire and then committed suicide by jumping from the roof. Rochester rescued the servants from the burning mansion but lost a hand and his eyesight in the process. He now lives in an isolated manor house called Ferndean. Going to Ferndean, Jane reunites with Rochester. At first, he fears that she will refuse to marry a blind cripple, but Jane accepts him without hesitation.

Speaking from the vantage point of ten years, Jane describes their married life as blissful.

I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blestblest beyond what language can express; because I am my husbands life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edwards society: he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together. To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in characterperfect concord is the result.

Meanwhile, St. John has gone to India as a missionary and dies there. However, some claim St. John does not die in the scope of the book. Jane writes, “I know that a stranger’s hand will write to me next, to say that the good and faithful servant has been called at length into the joy of his Lord. While his death may be implied, it is never clearly stated.

Rochester eventually recovers sight in one eye, and can see their first-born son when the baby is born.

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Manzile Apni Jagah Hai Raaste Apni Jagah

January 28, 2009 at 1:00 pm (Get Relex, Songs, friendship, future, hate, history, past, poetry)

Manzilo Pe Aa Ke Lootate Hai Dilon Ke Caaravaan
Kashtiya Saahil Pe Aksar Doobati Hai Pyaar Ki

Manzile Apni Jagah Hai Raaste Apni Jagah
Jab Kadam Hi Saath Naa De To Musaafir Kyaa Kare
Yoon To Hai Humdard Bhi Aur Humsafar Bhi Hai Meraa
Badh Ke Koyi Haath Naa De Dil Bhalaa phir Kyaa Kare
Manzile Apni Jagah Hai Raaste Apni Jagah

Doobne Waale Ko Tinke Kaa Sahaaraa Hi Bahot
Dil Bahal Jaaye Fakat Itnaa Ishaaraa Hi Bahot
Itne Par Bhi Aasmaan Waalaa Giraa De Bijaliyaan
Koi Batlaa De Zaraa Yeh Doobtaa phir Kyaa Kare
Manzile Apni Jagah Hai Raaste Apni Jagah

Pyaar Karnaa Jurm Hai To Jurm Hum Se Ho Gayaa
Kaabil-E-Maafi Huaa Karte Nahin Aise Gunaah
Sangdil Hai Yeh Jahaan Aur Sangdil Meraa Sanam
Kyaa Kare Josh-E-Junoon Aur Hauslaa phir Kyaa Kare
Manzile Apni Jagah Hai Raaste Apni Jagah
Jab Kadam Hi Saath Naa De To Musaafir Kyaa Kare
Yoon To Hai Humdard Bhi Aur Humsafar Bhi Hai Meraa
Badh Ke Koyi Haath Naa De Dil Bhalaa phir Kyaa Kare

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Ek Ajab Si Paheli Hai Zindagi,

January 25, 2009 at 1:15 pm (Myself & I, Private, Public, hate, history, love, past, poetry, present, relatioship, silence)

Ek Ajab Si Paheli Hai Zindagi,
Sabke Saath Hote Huye Bhi, Akeli Hai Zindagi,

Kabhi Tu Ek Piyaara Sa Armaan Hai Zindagi,
To Kabhi Dard Se Bharaa Tufaan Hai Zindagi

Kabhi To Gulon Se Bharaa Gulistan Hai Zindagi,
To Kabhi Kanton Se Bhaara Raasta Hai Zindagi,

Kabhi Phulon Jaisi Masoom Ho Jati Hai Zindagi,
To Kubhi Gunahon Ka Bojh Ban Jati Hai Zindagi

Koi To Bataa De Mujhe Kya Hai Zindagi ?
Sunaa Hai Chand Roz Ki Mehmaan Hai Zindagi,

Zindagi Ko Chhod Ek Din Jaana Padegaa,
Mott Ko Uss Pal Galen Lagaana Paregaa,

Zindagi Se Chahe Jitnaa Piyaar Tum Kar Lo,
Hoti To Aakhir Bewaffa Hai Zindagi

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Zindagi Ne Zindagi bhar Ghum Diye….

January 25, 2009 at 7:06 am (Myself & I, poetry)

:: i leave you in the care of ALLAH as nothing is lost that’s under HIS care ::

Zindagi Ne Zindagi bhar Ghum Diye,
Jitane Bhi Mausam Diye Sab Num Diye.

Life is full of struggle. Life is so very cruel. Whatever it gives it takes the best test possible. In other words it gives only to those who deserves and doesn’t give to the person who cannot cope up with its fights.

Jab Tadapata Hai Kabhi Apana Koi
Khun Ke Aansu Rula De Bebasi

We see someone dying or struggling to death infront of us but we are helpless and can do nothing. We have to simply drink that haplessness. We are there. We are useless.

Ji Ke Phir Karana Kya Mujhko Aisi Jindagi
Jisane Jakhmon Ko Nahi Marham Diye
Zindagi Ne Zindagi bhar Ghum Diye

Is this cruel life worth living for. This life never gave us the medicines for our inner wounds. We search our own treatment and apply. Life gives what it has to give. It is we who have to suffer all sorts.

Apane Bhi Pesh Aaye Hamase Ajnabee
Waqt Ki Saajish Koi Samajha Nahi
Beiraada Kuchh Khataaye Hamase Ho Gayi

Life is so very colour changing. People whom we consider our very own become strangers sometimes and in times when we really need them. We can never understand the traits & plan of the time. We are mere puppets. We are nothing.

Raah Mein Patthar Meri Har Dam Diye
Jindagi Ne Jindagi bhar Ghum Diye
Jitane Bhi Mausam Diye Sab Num Diye

You have lots of difficulties to face in life.

Ik Mukkamal Kashamkash Hai Jindagi
Usane Hamase Ki Kabhi Na Dosti
Jab Mili Mujhko Aansu Ke Woh tofe De Gayi

Life is simply a struggle. Its just struggle and struggle. Life is never a good friend of ours. Whenever we meet life it leaves us with lots of snobs and sniffles and tears.

Has Sake Hum Aise Mauke Kam Diye
Zindagi Ne Zindagi bhar Ghum Diye
Jitane Bhi Mausam Diye Sab Num Diye

Very rarely does it gives us chances to laugh. Isn’t it.

This is the song which I have been listening to these days. In all the ways the lyrics of this seems so true and appealing. Its totally based on the hard part of life itself. Sometimes it really happens like this. Isn’t it?

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Aate Hain Chale Jaate Hain

January 24, 2009 at 6:49 am (My poetry, Myself & I, past, poetry)

Aate Hain Chale Jaate Hain
Jaane Wale Kabhi Kabhi
Yahan Apne Pyar Se
Logon Ke Dilon Mein
Yaadgaar Ban Jaate Hain
Aate Hain Chale Jaate Hain Aate Hain

Rona Na Udaas Hona Na
Yeh Aansoo Khona Na
Yahan Na Daaman Bhigo Na Kabhi
Paana Hai Kabhi Kuch Paana Hai
Kabhi Kuch Khona Hai
Yahn Jo Hona Hai Hoga Wohi

Yehi Zindagi Hai
Yahan Jiye Wohi Log Jo
Saare Gham Bhulake
Aansooyon Mein Muskurate Hain

Aate Hain Chale Jaate Hain Aate Hain

Chalna Hain Humein To Chalna Hain
Akele Chalna Hain
Koi Bhi Ho Ya Na Ho Humsfar
Raahon Mein Chale Ya Hum Ruke
Ruke Ya Hum Chale
Kahin Bhi Rukta Nahin Yeh Safar

Aana Jaana Lagey Rahe
Jeevan Ki Raahon Mein
Raahein Wohi Rehte Hain
Raahi Badal Jaate Hain

Aate Hain Chale Jaate Hain Aate Hain

Raaton Ke Andhere Raaton Ke
Ghanerein Chhaye Mein
Chhupa To Hoga Savera Kahin
Aayega Savera Aayega
Ujale Layega
Andhera Hoga Hamesha Nahin

Maane Yahan Haar Na Jo
Kabhi Kisi Haal Mein
Wohi Yahan Phool
Kabhi Kaanton Mein Khilate Hain

Aate Hain Chale Jaate Hain
Jaane Wale Kabhi Kabhi
Yahan Apne Pyar Se
Logon Ke Dilon Mein
Yaadgaar Ban Jaate Hain

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Main kal bhi chup thee , Main aaj bhi chup hoon

January 21, 2009 at 10:36 am (Myself & I, past, poetry)

Main aaj bhi chup hoon
Main kal bhi chup thee
Loag kehtay hain kuch to bolo
Apni khamoshi ke band kholo
Main sochti hoon kya boloon
Jo kuch mere dil main hai kis se kahoon?
Un say jo nahin jantay
Jazbon ki haqeeqat kya hai
Rooh kay sannaton main ghulti hooi
Qatra qatra see azeeat kya hai
Jo samajhtay hain ke insaam faqt
Chand ashyaa-e-zaroorat ka hai mohtaj
Yeh mohabbatain yeh rafaqatain
Yeh khuloos-o-wafa ki rahatain
Sab bay mani lafzon ke gharonday hain
Jin main baaith kar insaan
Haqeeqaton se faraar chahta hai
Magar meri soach in say mukhtalif hai
Aur ye he tanao ye he nafraton ka baais hai
Main kal bhi chup thee
Main aaj bhi chup hoon

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chala jaoon ga,chala jaoon ga

January 20, 2009 at 11:53 am (Uncategorized)

Teri mushkil na berhaoon ga chala jaoon ga
Ashk ankhon mein chupaoon ga chala jaoon ga

Apni dehleez pe kuch dair para rehnay de
Jaisay he hosh mein aoon ga chala jaoon ga

Mudaton baad main aya hoon puranay gher mein
Khud ko jee bhar k rulaoon ga chala jaoon ga

Un mehallaat se kuch b nahi lena mujh ko
Bass tumhen dekhnay aoon ga chala jaoon ga

Chandd yaden mujhe bachon ki terha pyari hain
Un ko seenay se lagaoon ga chala jaoon ga

khawab lene koi aye k na aye koi
main to sadaa lagaoon ga chala jaoon ga

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