What kind of heart needs excuses to show love?
What kind of laughter needs a reason to be joyful?
What kind of friendship needs constant work to stay strong?
What kind of life needs excuses to keep going?
What kind of dream needs closed eyes to see?
What kind of path needs courage to walk?
What kind of time doesn’t feel peaceful when spent with loved ones?
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Neither friend nor love,
Neither wealth nor prestige,
Neither honor nor respect,
Neither joy nor sorrow,
Neither bravery nor pride,
Neither values nor duties,
Neither mind nor wisdom,
Neither face nor language,
Neither heart nor life,
Neither color nor taste,
Neither dream nor reality,
Neither form nor figure,
Neither boundary nor frontier,
Neither goddess nor god,
Neither bond nor liberation,
Neither child nor elder,
Neither desire nor anger,
Neither gain nor loss,
Neither past nor future,
Neither power nor forgiveness,
Neither union nor pleasure.
If we must go to the gates of death without all these,
Then what is the point of arrogance?-
Walking through the alleys of your memories, Piercing through the darkness of loneliness, At every step, I feel your presence, You alone are embedded in the beats of my heart.
Walking through the alleys of your memories, In the silence of solitude, the words remain unsaid, but the heart speaks, As if you are close, yet far from sight.
Walking through the alleys of your memories, The rustling of leaves carries your fragrance in the air, I can endure any journey if at every turn, I find a glimpse of you.
Walking through the alleys of your memories, The dusk paints the blush on your face, Like a shadow that always stays near, With this hope, I fall asleep every night, And once again, lose myself in the alleys of your memories.
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तेरी यादों की गलियों से गुजरते हुए, तन्हाई के अंधेरे को चीरते हुए, हर कदम पर तेरा एहसास बसा है, दिल की धड़कनों में तू ही तू समाया है।
तेरी यादों की गलियों से गुजरते हुए, सन्नाटे की शांति में चुप हैं लफ़्ज़, पर दिल कह रहा है, जैसे तू पास हो, पर नज़र से हो दूर कहीं।
तेरी यादों की गलियों से गुजरते हुए, पत्तों की सरसराहट से हवाओं में घुली है खुशबू तेरी, हर राह का सफर काट लेंगे अगर हर मोड़ पे तेरी तस्वीर मिलती रही।
तेरी यादों की गलियों से गुजरते हुए, शाम की धुंध से सजी तेरे चेहरे की लाली, जैसे कोई साया हो जो पास ही रहता है, इस उम्मीद में मैं हर रात सो जाता हूँ,
और फिर यूँ ही तेरी यादों की गलियों में खो जाता हूँ।
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कभी अपनी बाताओं से दुःख दे जाती है,
प्रेम है, सूरज से रोशनी छीन कर चाँद बन आती है।
The Sun within me will never let your brightness fade, my Moon.-
हुस्न तेरा जब बना बहता सागर
इश्क़ के काग़ज़ की नाव बहने लगी
तेरे ही ख़्वाबों में खो गया दिल मेरा
दिल की धड़कन बूँद बनकर समंदर में मिलने लगी
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प्यार के उजाले में अपने हिस्से की रोशनी तलाशने गया था, पर अंधकार ने अपना मन बना लिया था।
एक नवजात पंछी की तरह अभी उड़ना ही सीखा था, पर मंज़िल ने अपना मन बना लिया था।
बारिश की खोज में बादल की बस्ती में गया था, पर तूफ़ान ने अपना मन बना लिया था।
सपनों की चाहत में नींद की गोद में सोने गया था, पर हकीकत ने अपना मन बना लिया था।
चाँदनी रात में तारों की गिनती करने गया था, पर बादलों ने अपना मन बना लिया था।
खुशियों की तलाश में दिल की बात सुनने गया था, पर ग़मों ने अपना मन बना लिया था।
दुआओं की आस में मंदिर की चौखट पर झुका था, पर तकदीर ने अपना मन बना लिया था।
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"Those were the days"
Those were the days,
When we lived every moment of time,
There was no enmity in relationships,
We lived without worry.
Those were the days,
When there was no reason to cry,
No excuse to laugh,
We were unaware of realities,
Our dreams were full of life.
Those were the days,
When games didn't have names,
We sailed our own boats in rivers,
When we didn't understand choosing paths,
Every path was our own.
Those were the days,
When there were no walls between people,
Strangers felt like our own,
When everyone met each other without reason,
When no one felt like an outsider.
Those were the days,
When there were no excuses for living,
No desire to gain something,
No sorrow of losing something,
Just the satisfaction of time passing by.
Those were the days...
Those were the days.-
It is not known when or where those who insult their mother and then shout "Bharat Mata Ki Jai" will stop.
It is not known when or where those who celebrate their own freedom while oppressing women will stop.
It is not known when or where those who tarnish the nation's reputation all year round but hoist the flag for a day will stop.
It is not known when or where those who honor the sacrifices of the nation's brave soldiers for a day but then politicize their sacrifices will stop.
It is not known when or where those who preach social unity but fight in the name of religion will stop.
It is not known when or where the mind will be truly free in the freedom of dreams.-
The lines and pathways of hands may have changed with writing, but what about destiny?
The way of thinking may have changed with observations, but what about intentions?
The hope of winning may have been lost despite failures, but what about desires?
The way of looking at pleasant sceneries might have changed, but what about your picture?
I might have learned to live with the crowd, but what about finding a space in your love again?
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