Keep trying reaching a level of PERFECTION where all your OPPONENTS & HATER'S get COMPELLED to give you a STANDING OVATION along with your SUPPORTERS & WELL-WISHERS on every single ACCOMPLISHMENTS​ of YOURS!!!

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She started to think about him
While thinking of not to think about him...!

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Today you say you have half-adopted me. What about the other half? I ask. You giggle and say, be positive, just like your blood group. I whine that the other half is shivering in the cold, feeling left out. You offer your muffler.

Your sense of humour is infectious. I have to resort to my Bihari self to complement it, else my lameness would totally turn you off. I didn't anticipate meeting you today, else I'd have returned your lunchbox filled with tiny letters instead of chocolates. Now that I have spoilt the surprise, I'd rather fill it up with something else. Surprise surprise.

Whatever it might be, trust that it will be half of what you expect. The other half will be the wait.

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तुझमे शराब सा नशा है।
बस पीते जाओ, पीते जाओ, पीते जाओ।।

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ख्वाइशें सितारों की रखो,
चाँद सी मंजिल तो सबकी है।

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समुन्दर Ka गुरुर bhi humne टूटते dekha hai !

jab पत्थर ko डूबते

or ,

कागज ko तैरते dekha hai ......

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time and again, I stopped midway
and didn't finish the race,
fear and anguish lingered,
failure sabotaged my dreams.

years went by,
blurring the inked paper with my goals on it
found it recently,
tucked in a cosy drawer,
it lay there gathering dust

a look at it, and images appeared
of forgotten promises made to mom,
though its 18 years that she's gone,
the broken promise remain to be fulfilled

words of faith echoed in my ears,
mom waiting and wanting to hear,
that I have fulfilled the promise given to her
of achieving my dream of yonder years

so here I stand, with a dusty paper,
which was once and still my earnest goal,
mum's words of her faith in me,
I gather courage and pace,
to stand again and finish the halfrun race,
Undeterred, I surge ahead
towards my dreams,
with a belief in myself, that I will accomplish my dreams.

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Yaad Teri Har Roj Aati Hai
Mere Har Kaam Me Dakhal De Jati Hai

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I think it is not necessary that you should have long friends list on Facebook, WhatsApp, etc....But l think you should have at least one friend, who can read your face as a book and can ask what's up 😉!!!

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कोशिश तो हमनें भी की थी लेकिन हम नाकाम हुए
जीत गए तो नाम न पूछा हारे तो बद-नाम हुए

शब के अँधियारे में यारब जाने क्या होता होगा
दिन में ही जब इस दुनिया में कैसे कैसे काम हुए

रखता हूँ दिन भर दरवाज़े बंद सदा घर के लेकिन
आती है बेख़ौफ़ उदासी हर कमरे में शाम हुए

शम्सुद्दीन मियाँ ने जब से ली है अंग्रेजी तालीम
घर में चाचा जान हैं सबके बाहर अंकल-साम हुए

अक़्ल ठिकाने ला देता है वक़्त बड़ा ही ज़ालिम है
जो बाज़ार ख़रीद चुके थे मुफ़्त वही नीलाम हुए

हमको भी ये हुनर सिखा दो जल्दी कैसे बढ़ते हैं
कल जो ईद का चाँद थे पल में कैसे माह-ए-तमाम हुए

नाम कमाया है उसने भी जो था कल तक नामाक़ूल
एक हमीं हुशियार थे यारों एक हमीं बद-नाम हुए

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