Sunday, January 18, 2009

Yeh Aankhein...

Kayi zulm bhare raaz chupaatin hain yeh aankhein
Aiina dekh kar khud se dar jaatin hain yeh aankhein

Shayd suna ho inki araaish ka, toote sapnon se sanwarti hain
Bheege aansuon se khud ko sajaatin hain yeh aankhein

Yun kahin dikh na jaaye kitna dard basaa hai inmein
Har ek se nazrein churaatin hain yeh aankhein

Yeh tamanna rehti hai dil mein k woh laut aayenge
Rasta tak tak kar khud ko behlaatin hain yeh aankhein

Badnaam ho gayin yeh unki dewaangi mein kho kar, par
Unki khaatir har bughz nigaah seh jaati hain yeh aankhein

Woh nahi aaya, khokar usse jaane kaise yeh jee leti hain
Aakhir bandh kyon nahin ho jaatin Warda teri yeh aankhein?

Kyon tu mujhe rula rahi hai



Aaj soone pan kaa ehsaas mujhe sata raha hai
har lamha bina dhadke dil mera bita raha hai

Gar Bewafa tu nahi to fir kyon door khadi hai
tera deewaana aaj dil se tujhe bula raha hai

Khamoshi ki unki wajah samajh nahi aati mujhe
aaj ye dil mera tujhe gam-e-ishq suna raha hai

Tanhai me chhood mujhe chali jati hai tu kahan
Teri yad me pal-pal ye dil aannsu baha raha hai

Aawaaz dene par bhi mere tu ruki na mere liye
Aaj mera dil teri wafa pe sawaal utha raha hai


Saturday, January 17, 2009

Watt-Knott

Who's calling?"
"Watt."
"What is your name, please?"
"Watt's my name."
"That's what I asked you. What's your name?"
"That's what I told you. Watt's my name."
A long pause, and then from Watt, "Is this James Brown?"
"No, this is Knott."
"Please tell me your name."
"Will Knott."
Why not?
Huh? What do you mean why not?
Yeah! Why won't you tell me your name?
But I told you my name!
Didn't you say you will not?
Not not, knott, Will Knott!
That's what I mean.
So you know my name.
Of course not!
Good. So now, what is yours?
Watt. Yours?
Your name!
Watt's my name.
How the hell do I know? I am asking you!
Look I have been very patient and I have told you my name and you have
not even told me yours yet.
You have been patient, what about me? I have told you my name so many
times and it is you who have not told me yours yet.
Of course not!
See, you even know my name!
Of course not!
Then why do you keep saying of course Knott?
Because I don't.
[Pause]
What is your name?
See, you know my name!
Of course not!
Then why do you keep asking Watt is your name?
To find out your name!
But you already know it!
What?
See, and you know mine!
Of course not!
Exactly!
Listen, listen, wait; if I asked you what your name is, what will be
your answer?
Watt's my name.
No, no, give me only one word.
Watt
Your name!
Right!
[pause before it hits him]
Oh, Wright!
Yeah!
So why didn't you say it before?
I told you so many times!
You never said Wright before
Of course I did.
OK I won't argue any more. Do you know my name?
I do not.
Well, there you go, now we know each other's name.
I do not!
Good!
[pause before it hits him]
Oh, Guud!
Good.
No wonder, it took me so long, is that Dutch?
No, it's Knott!
Oh, okay. At least the names are clear now Guud.
Yes Wright.
NOW THEY BOTH THINK THEY KNOW EACH OTHER'S NAME AS WELL!

Watt do you think ?? Do they or do they Knott ???

Read nd try to understand......Njoy

> The American Family Loop
> Many, many years ago
> When I was twenty three,
> I got married to a widow,
> Pretty as could be.
> This widow had a grown-up daughter
> With flowing hair of red.
> My father fell in love with her,
> And soon the two were wed.
>
> This made my dad my son-in-law
> And changed my very life.
> Now my daughter was my mother,
> For she was my father's wife.
>
> To complicate the matters worse,
> Although it brought me joy.
> I soon became the father
> Of a bouncing baby boy.
> My little baby then became
> A brother-in-law to dad.
> And so became my uncle,
> Though it made me very sad.
>
> For if he was my uncle,
> Then that also made him brother
> To the widow's grown-up-daughter
> Who, of course, was my step-mother.
>
> Father's wife then had a son,
> Who kept them on the run.
> And he became my grandson,
> For he was my daughter's son,
>
> My wife is now my mother's mother
> And it makes me blue.
> Because, although she is my wife,
> She's my grandma too.
>
> If my wife is my grandmother,
> Then I am her grandchild.
> And every time I think of it,
> It simply drives me wild.
>
> For now I have become
> The strangest case you ever saw.
> As the husband of my grandmother,
> I am my own grandpa.....................
Ha Ha....

Reach the Pinnacle nd Touch the Peak....

"What Is Success"


To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;

To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded.

deewana kehta hai...


Koi deewana kehta hai,koi paagal samajhta hai

magar dharti ki bechaini ko bus pagal samajhta hai
mein tujhse door kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai
ye tera dil samajhta hai, yaa mera dil samajhta hai


Mauhabbat ek ehsasson ki pawan si kahaani hai
kabhi kabira deewana tha, kabhi meera diwani thi
yahaan sab log kehte hain meri aankhon mein aasoon hain
jo tu samjhe to moti hai, naa samjhe to paani hai

samandar peer ka andar hai lekin ro nahin sakta
ye aasoon pyaar ka moti hai isko kho nahin sakta
meri chahaht ko apna tu bana lena magar sun le
jo mera ho nahin paaya wo tera ho nahin sakta


Ki brahmar koi kumudni par machal baitha to hangama
hamaare dil mein koi khwab pal baitha to hungama
abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mauhabbat ka
mein kisse ko hakikat mein badal baitha to hungaama..



"yaad aati rahi........"

Aankh reh reh meri dabdabati rahi,
Hum bhulate rahe yaad aati rahi.

Praan sulge, to jaise dhua cha gaya.
Nain bhege, jyuo pyasa kuaa pa gaya.
Rote rote koi baat yaad aa gayi,
Ashru behte rahe, muskurati rahi!

Sanj ki dal par sugbugati hawa.
Phir mujhe drishti phar kar kisne chua,
Ghum kar dekhti hu to koi nahi,
Meri parchai mujhko chidati rahi!

Ek tasvir hai,ek hai aaina,
Jab bhi hota mera kisi se samna
Mein samaj na pati ki mein kaun hu,
Shakl, yu uljano ko badati rahi!

True beauty....

So many beauties in this appealing world
The true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
There is beauty in the child's innocence and in mother's love
There is beauty in a friend's affection and in a tender heart
There is beauty in a pretty smile and caring eyes
There is beauty in the morning sun and a rainy day
There is beauty in the flaky slow and a pleasant spring
There is beauty in the milky moon and the graceful rivers
There is beauty in a hard earned victory and a hopeful soul
There is beauty in me and beauty in you
So many beauties in this spectacular world and its dazzling life
And the true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes

SMILE- as it require no reason.....



How can one smile such sweet smiles,
When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles,
How can I smile the same smiles,
When life brings me nothing but tears,
I wondered for so long,
What reason you had to smile that long,
To keep smiling though troubles come,
And still remain sweet and silently overcome,
It's such a mystery to me,
Your smiles from heaven with glee,
I adore and yet envy thee,
But I'd rather you smile those at me,
I feel happy when I see you smile,
Even if I'm sad and lonely,
Your smiles bring me somewhere,
I don't even know where,
But it was you,
You gave me the reason to smile,
To smile with no reason,
To smile for a smile,
I guess life is just like that,
We need not a reason to smile,
For a smile is the reason itself,
To rejoice and open-heartedly give thanks,
I learned to smile because of you,
Because your smiles bring me joy when blue,
It proves how well and powerful,
A simple sweet smile can become so beautiful,
Smile for the sake of a smile,
Smile for the sake of happiness,
Smile for the sake of life,
Smile because of hope left in life,
Smile my friends,
Smile for me my Love,
Smile those same sweet smiles,

Smile so the world can be a peaceful dove....



WHAT LIFE IS?

Some people might say life sucks
or life is full of shit
While other people say life is beautiful
or life is full of surprises
I must say, I agree with all those
Life is whatever you think of it..and everything you think of it
Life is what you make it of it and what you say of it.

Life is about sadness
Life is about happiness
Life is about pain
Life is miserable
Life is about loss
Life is about smiling
Life is about crying
Life is about love
Life is about laughter
Life is about learning from your mistakes
Life is horrible
Life is dumb
Life is awesome
Life is depression
Life is tears
Life is sorrow
Life is anxiety
Life is Bullshit
Life stinks
Life sucks
I could go on and on and tell you all about life
But I'm not here to sort this out for you
cuz..
Life is all about you and how you treat it
You criticizes it...well, you're actually criticizing yourself
You like it, you hate it..well, its all up to you
Life is you so be careful how you describe it....

Friday, January 16, 2009

GIFTS GIVEN BY FRIENDS......

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.

THANK YOU MY FRIEND....

Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friend.

REAL FRIEND

A real friend would forgive
If I did something wrong
A real friend will lend a hand
Whenever I'm not strong

A real friend would listen
If I tried to speak
A real friend will accept
Whether I am strong or weak

A real friend would care
If I ever fell ill
A real friend will know
How I really feel

A real friend would always be there
If I need them by my side
A real friend will remember me
Long after I have died

A real friend would be forever
If I even moved away
A real friend will never truly leave
In each other's hearts we shall always stay

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

"Dil ke kareeb"

jo bhi dil ke qareeb aata hai
ik naya zakhm de ke jata hai.
jab ke milti nahin khushi mein khushi

phir kyun har ghum mujhe rulaata hai.
jo tha sab kuch lutaiy bethea hain

aur ab kya woh hum se chahta hai.
jab bhi aage ki sochne bethoon

mera maazi mujhe bulaata hai.
de de thori si mohaabat mujhko

is mein aakhir kya uska jata hai.
pyar hota nahin sada ke liye

phool kesa bhi ho murjhata hai.
ki mohabbat hai ya koi ahsaan

jab bhi milta hai woh jataata hai.
main na chahte hue bhi chahoon usay

kya kya kambakth dil karata ha.