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Chaha ke ye…

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 Chaha ke ye Aasmaan humara hota,
khwaisho ka koi kinara hota,
ye soch kar na roka us musafir ko humne,
dur jata hi kyu agar wo hamara hota.

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Chup Karke Kareen Guzaare Nu

Chup kareke kareen guzaare nu.
Sach sunke log na sehnde ni,
sach aakhiye te gal pained ni.
Phir sache paas na behnde ni,
sach mitha aashiq pyaare nu.
Chup kareke kareen guzaare nu.

Stay silent to survive
People cannot stand to hear the truth.
They are at your throat if you speak it.
They keep away from those who speak it.
But truth is sweet to its lovers!

Sach shara kare barbaadi eh,
sach aashiq de ghar shaadi eh.
Sach karda naveen abaadi eh,
jiha shara tareekat hare nu.
Chup kareke kareen guzaare nu.

Truth destroys shara.
Brings rapture to its lovers,
And unexpected riches,
Which shara obscures.
Stay silent to survive.

Chup aashiq to na hundi eh,
jis aayi sach sugandhi eh.
Jis maahl suhaag di gundi eh,
chadd duniya kood pasaare nu.
Chup kareke kareen guzaare nu.

Those lovers cannot remain silent
Who have inhaled the fragrance of truth.
Those who have plaited love into their lives,
Leave this world of falsehood.
Stay silent to survive.

Bulla Shah sach hun bole hai,
sach shara tareekat phole eh.
Gal chauthe pad di khole eh,
jiha shara tareeke haare nu.
Chup kareke kareen guzaare nu.

Bulla Shah speaks the truth.
He uncovers the truth of shara.
He opens the path to the fourth level,
Which shara obscures.
Stay silent to survive.

Bulleh Shah

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Am I a man who won’t fit in?

Today I come across this beautiful poem by Robert W. Service.

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

I find part is most interesting and close to me :
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha!  He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.

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Khusrau baji prem ki khelun pi ke sang

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Khusrau baji prem ki khelun pi ke sang
Jeet gayi to piya more hari pee ke sang.

(I’m playing a game with my beloved; if I win he will become mine,if lose I will become his)

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I Will Be Here

If in the morning when you wake,
If the sun does not appear,
I will be here.
If in the dark we lose sight of love,
Hold and have no fear,
I will be here.

I will be here,
When you feel like being quiet,
When you need to speak your mind I will listen.
Through the winning, losing, and trying we’ll be together,
And I will be here.
If in the morning when you wake,
If the future is unclear,
I will be here.
As sure as seasons were made for change,
Our lifetimes were made for years,
I will be here.

by Steven Curtis Chapman

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Wafa mein Aab yeah hunar Ikhtiyaar karna hai

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Wafa mein Aab yeah hunar Ikhtiyaar karna hai.. 
Woh sach kahay na kahay aaitbaar karna hai.. 

Yeah tujh ko jaagtay rehnay ka shouq kab say howa  
Mujhay tu khair taira intazaaar karna hai


Hawa ke zad mein jalanay hain ansoon kay chiraagh 
Kabhi yeah jashan sar rah’guzaar karna hai 

woh muskura kay naye waswasoon mein daal gaya 
Khayaal tha eh ussay sharamsaar karna hai


Misaal e shaakh e barhana khizan ke rut mein kabhi 
Khud apnay jisam ko bay barg o baar karna hai 

tairay firaaq mein din kiss tarhaan kattain apnay 
Keh shughal e shab tu sitaray shumaar karna hai 

Chaloo yeah ashak hee moti samajh kay baich ayain 
Kissi tarhaan tu humain rooz’gaar karna hai


Kabhi tu dil mein chupay zakham bhi numayaan hoon 
Qaba samajh kay badan taar taar karna hai 

Khda khabar yeah koi zid keh shouq hai mohsin 
Khud Apni jaan kay dushman say payaar karna hai

-Mohsin Naqvi

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Jish haath se

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” Jish Haath se uus shookh ji  julphon ko chhuaa tha ; Chup chup ke ushi haath ko hum chum rahey hain “

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