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Tuesday 6 August 2019
Kiyun chupate ho q inkar krte ho
Tumhari aankhein kehti hein tum bhi piyar krte ho
کیوں چھپاتے ہو کیوں انکار کرتے ہو
تمہاری آنکھیں کہتی ہیں تم بھی پیار کرتے ہو
Friday 2 August 2019
Tujh Sy Milly Na thy Tu teri Aarzo Na Thi
Milly Jo tujh Sy To Terry Talabgar Ho Gy
Thursday 1 August 2019
Udaas Lamhon Ki Na Koi Yaad Rakhna,
Toofan Mein Bhi Wajood Apna Sambhal Rakhna,
Kisi Ki Zindagi Ki Khushi Ho Tum,
Bas Yehi Soch Tum Apna Khayal Rakhna.
उदास लम्हों की न कोई याद रखना,
तूफान में भी वजूद अपना संभाल रखना,
किसी की ज़िंदगी की ख़ुशी हो तुम,
बस यही सोच तुम अपना ख्याल रखना।
Yakin Nahi Tujhe Agar Toh AaZmaa Ke Dekh Le,
Ek Baar Tu Zara Muskura Ke Dekh Le
Jo Na Socha Hoga Tu Ne Wo Milega Tujhko Bhi,
Ek Baar Apne Kadam Barhaa Ke Dekh Le.
यकीन नहीं तुझे अगर तो आज़मा के देख ले,
एक बार तू जरा मुस्कुरा के देख ले,
जो ना सोचा होगा तूने वो मिलेगा तुझको भी,
एक बार अपने कदम बढ़ा के देख ले।
Friday 23 November 2018
Romantic Poem of William Wordsworth
Time hath not wronged her, nor hath Ruin sought
‘Time hath not wronged her, nor hath Ruin sought
Rudely her spendid Structures to destroy,
Save in those recent days, with evil fraught,
When Mutability, in drunken joy
Triumphant, and from all restraint released,
Let loose her fierce and many-headed beast.
“But for the scars in that unhappy rage
Inflicted, firm she stands and undecayed;
Like our first Sires, a beautiful old age
Is hers in venerable years arrayed;
And yet, to her, benignant stars may bring,
What fate denies to man,—a second spring.
“When I may read of tilts in days of old,
And tourneys graced by Chieftains of renown,
Fair dames, grave citizens, and warriors bold,
If fancy would pourtray some stately town,
Which for such pomp fit theatre should be,
Fair Bruges, I shall then remember thee.’” WW
Romantic Poem of William Wordsworth
Time hath not wronged her, nor hath Ruin sought
‘Time hath not wronged her, nor hath Ruin sought
Rudely her spendid Structures to destroy,
Save in those recent days, with evil fraught,
When Mutability, in drunken joy
Triumphant, and from all restraint released,
Let loose her fierce and many-headed beast.
“But for the scars in that unhappy rage
Inflicted, firm she stands and undecayed;
Like our first Sires, a beautiful old age
Is hers in venerable years arrayed;
And yet, to her, benignant stars may bring,
What fate denies to man,—a second spring.
“When I may read of tilts in days of old,
And tourneys graced by Chieftains of renown,
Fair dames, grave citizens, and warriors bold,
If fancy would pourtray some stately town,
Which for such pomp fit theatre should be,
Fair Bruges, I shall then remember thee.’” WW