Mornings are like babies...

Each morning is like a baby, full of life, freshness and innocence, yet untouched by the world...

As the sun rises, the game of life begins...

By the time night sets in, whether you retire as a baby, child, an adult or a battered old soul depends on the extent to which you let the world encroach your soul...

Love...

Love is not as beautiful as its reflection in the lover’s mind…

Love is not as sacred as the physical being of the loved one…

Love is not as selfless as the crazy loving soul…

Love is not as devotional as the promising eyes of a lover…

Love is not as young as the lover’s evergreen enthusiasm…

Love is not as passionate as the yearning of a lover…

Love is not as painful as the agony of a broken heart…

Love is not as eternal as the lover’s moments of longing…

Love is not what people describe it…it’s just a state of mind…

It’s mutual reverence of the two souls, which is pure and divine…

Alvida...

Gam is baat ka nahi ke woh palat ke na aaye...
Gam is baat ka hai ke ham alvida kahe bina hi chale aaye...

Ignorance Is Bliss

Knowledge of your existence…Why is it so harsh to live with it once you possess it…
You seek that knowledge all your life and you seek ignorance when you finally have it…
For it makes you feel devastated, helpless, and insignificant…
It makes you realize the futility of all your struggles…
And leaves you with an eternal loneliness…
So, don’t seek what you ought not to know…
For ignorance is the true bliss…

Hasraten...

Kuchh khwab palkon me jatan karke rakhna...
Kuchh Hasraten adhuri chhod jaana...
Kuchh aarjuen bhul se bhul jaana...
Yunhi kabhi dil jid pe utar aaye...
To use meri kahani suna dena...

Jindagi...

Saathi to bahut hai...par dil kholke ro lun aisa kandha kisi ke pas nahi...
Mere apnon se ghira rehta hun hamesha...par ji bhar ke dil ki baat keh sakun aisa koi nahi...
Khushiyan dheron mili...par jise yaad karke jindagi beet sake aisa lamha ek bhi nahi...
Puri umra gujar gayi seekh hasil karne me...par jindagi ko samaz sakun itani samaz ab bhi nahi...

Ek arsa beet gaya...

Ek arsa beet gaya tera deedar kiye...
Samze the teri nazar ke var se ham sambhal liye...
Par dard badhta gaya tab malum hua ke teri ulfat ne jakhm kitne gehere diye...