mohabbat tark kii mai.n ne garebaan sii liyaa main ne-Sahir Ludhianvi

Mohabbat tark kii main ne garebaan sii liyaa main ne
zamaane ab to Khush ho zahar ye bhii pii liyaa main ne
[tark=renounce; garebaa.N=dress/clothing]
abhii zindaa huun lekin sochataa rahataa huun  Khalvat men
ki ab tak kis tamannaa ke sahaare jii liyaa main ne
[Khalvat=solitude]
unhen apanaa nahiin sakataa magar itanaa bhii kyaa kam hai
ki kuchh muddat hasiin Khvaabon men kho kar jii liyaa main ne
bas ab to daaman-e-dil chhod do bekaar ummiido
bahut dukh sah liye main ne bahut din jii liyaa main ne- Sahir Ludhianvi

… Looking for reasons.

(This piece of literature that i found on a blog always strikes on my mind so finally i made it mine by putting it on the blog that i can access any where anytime as Love is not only a person's soul sure possession...I wish Love beautifies everyone's Life by saying I Love You...-Suchita Shukla) 

Why is it that the very sight of a person makes your heart skip a beat? Your thought starts to race and your body starts to shiver with a nervousness that you find difficult to explain. She can lacerate your heart with one indifferent look at you. Why is it that when you close your eyes, to go to sleep every night, her eyes start a conversation with you? And when she starts to visit you in your dreams, with alarming regularity, you are convinced that she has permeated your subconscious. At the thought of that you permit yourself a smile. You don’t want to discuss her with your friends because you fear that your idea of her might lose it’s novelty. You realize, all of sudden, that solitude is your only trustworthy companion. Why is it that when she leaves you for the day you feel a sense of loss that defies logic? On your walk back home, when you look at people around you, you pity them for not knowing a person like her. And you consider yourself blessed. You surprise your stubborn self by liking the way she views the world, which till yesterday, you considered childish but today they seem innocent and also seem to gel perfectly with your views. There is also a burning desire to know more about her and the world that she lives in. In short, you don’t seem to get over her. And to make matters worse she seems to grow on you with each passing day. You realize it is about time you looked at your case more objectively. You try to console yourself by saying, “it’s all in the mind, I’ll get over her with time’’. With little more logical analysis you satisfy yourself that you have won the battle. You convince yourself that your mind will no longer disturb you. But, the very next minute, you realize that every thought of her is accompanied with a sigh. And you know you have not found the answer. Maybe, next time. Maybe never!

उसूलों पे जहाँ आंच आये टकराना ज़रूरी है 

जो जिंदा हो तो फिर जिंदा नज़र आना ज़रूरी है 

नयी उम्रों की खुद मुख्तारियों को कौन समझाए 

कहाँ से बच के चलना है कहाँ जाना ज़रूरी है 

थके हरे परिंदे जब बसेरे के लिए लौटे 

सलीकेमंद शाखों का लचक जाना ज़रूरी है 

बहुत बेबाक आँखों में ताल्लुक टिक नहीं पाता

मुहब्बत में कशिश रखने को शर्मना जरूरी है 

सलीका ह़ी नहीं शायद उसे महसूस करने का 

जो कहता है खुदा है तो नज़र आना ज़रूरी है

मेरे होठों पे अपनी प्यास रख दो और फिर सोचो 

की इसके बाद भी दुनिया मे कुछ पाना ज़रूरी है - वसीम बरेलवी 

ज़मीन पे चाँद कहाँ रोज़ रोज़ उतरता है - वासिम बरेलवी

ज़रा सा कतरा कहीं आज अगर उभरता है 

समदरो ह़ी लहजे मे बात करता है
खुली छतों के दीये कब के बुझ गए होते 

कोई तो है जो हवाओं के पर कुतरता है
शराफतों की यहाँ कोई अहमियत ह़ी नहीं

 किसी का कुछ ना बिगारों तो कौन डरता है
ज़मीं की कैसी वकालत हो फिर नहीं चलती

 जब आसमा से कोई फैसला उतरता है

तुम आगये हो तो फिर चांदनी सी बातें हो                        

ज़मीन पे चाँद कहाँ रोज़ रोज़ उतरता है - वासिम बरेलवी  

दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं -निदा फाज़ली

दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं बच्चे का खिलौना है
मिल जाये तो मिटटी है, खो जाये तो सोना है

अच्छा-सा कोई मौसम, तनहा-सा कोई आलम
हर वक़्त का रोना तो बेकार का रोना है

बरसात का बादल तो दीवाना है क्या जाने
किस राह से बचना है किस छत को भिगोना है

गम हो की ख़ुशी दोनों कुछ दूर के साथी हैं
फिर रस्ता ही रस्ता है, हँसना है न रोना है

ये वक़्त जो तेरा है ये वक़्त जो मेरा है
हर गाम पे पहरा है, फिर भी इसे खोना है

आवारामिज़ाजी ने फैला दिया आँगन को
आकाश की चादर है धरती का बिछोना है

-निदा फाज़ली

Education is improving yet foolishness lingers on...

Evil practices such as addiction, non-vegetarianism, adultery,gambling, theft, etc. have been increasing rather than decreasing.Education is improving yet foolishness lingers on. If educated people too insist on dowry, it must be assumed that they have only flipped through the books in the name of education but in reality, learned nothing worthwhile! 

Religion is actually a power capable of building people’s worthy character but it has become reduced to a mere tool employed by a few commercially interested crafty people to trick innocent citizens. We cannot be just silent viewers of these pathetic situations. There is only one option remaining and that is to tackle them head-on. This is the battle of righteousness in which we must forge ahead and do our duty in the same way as Arjuna had done in the great battle of Mahabharata. - -Pt. Shriram Sharma Acharya

The Mystery of Love by Kent Nerburn

Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it  comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can. There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them. The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away. Remember this and keep it to your heart. Love has its time, its own season, its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. [...] Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life. --Kent Nerburn