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ki teri mohabbat ke liye baagi ho jaaun,
mujhe itna na pila ishe-e-jam ki,
main ishq ke jahar ka aadi ho jaaun,
ghayal kar ke mujhe usne poochha,
karoge kya phir mohabbat mujhse,
lahoo lahoo tha dil mera magar
honthon ne kaha beintha-beintha
nahin hai ab koi justaju is dil mein e sanam,
meri pahli aur aakhiri aarzoo bas tum ho.
khade-khade sahil par hamne shaam kar di,
apna dil aur duniya aap ke naam kar di,
ye bhi na socha kaisa guzaregi zindagi,
bina soche-samjhe har khushi aapke naam kar di,
ek dard chhupa rakha hai, barso se dil me dil karta hai aaj kah du bhari mehfil me kyun aisa lagta hai ki mere raste mujhse juda hain, Aa vi kyun meri manzil mujhse khafa hai
kaha koi aisa jis par dil uta dete har ek ne dhoka diya kis-kis ko bhula dete, hum apna gum dil me dabaye phirte hai karte hai baya to mehfil ko rula dete hai
toot jate hain bikhar jate hain kaanch ke ghar hain muqaddar apne ajnabi to sada pyar se milte hain bhool jate hain to aksar apne
Har ek manzar pr udasi chhayi hai chand ki roshni me v kami aayi hai, Akale achhe the hm apne aashiane me, jane Q toot kr aaj fir apki yaad aayi hai,
naseeb mera Q mujse khafa ho jata h, apna jisko B mano bewafa ho jata h, Q na ho shikayat meri nazro ko raat se, sapna pura hota nhi or sawera ho jata ha.
mujhe udas kekh kar usne kaha mere hote huye tumhe koi dukh nahi de sakta, phir kuch aisa hi hua baad mein jitne bhi dukh mile sab ussi ke hue.
udas na baitho fiza tang karegi, Gujre hue lamho ki sazaa tang karegi, kisi ko na lao dil ke itna darib, Q ki uske jane ke baad uski har adaa tang karegi
cute love shayari
ek ladki ko dekha to aisa laga dusir ladki ko dekha to Wais laga jab dono ne thappad mara to ek jaisa laga.....
hum yaad tujhi ko karte he ek ada pe mate he ek hi baat se darte he ki aap CLOSE-UP kyo nahi karte he....
katal karna hai to nigahon se Kar talwar me kya rakha hai pyar karna hai to mujhse kar mere doston me kya rakha hai.
no pyar , na yar , na mohhabat, na dosti yaro , aaj k ye devdas ki bat mano yaro, na chandramukhi,
na paro, bus har ladki par line maro
charo tara padhai ka saya h har paper me zero namzar aya h hm to yuhi chale jate h bina muh dhoye xm dene, or log kehte he sala raat bhar padhai kr k aaya h
zindagi ki kar ek udaan baaki hai har mod pr ke imtihan kaki hai abhi to sirf aap hi pareshan hai mujhse abhi to pura hindustan baaki hai
dil ki dharkane ruk c gai hain saanse meri tham c gai hai pucha dil k doctor se humne pata chala is dil me aapki yaaden sardi ki wajah se jam c gai hain
kamar jitni bhi patli ho maza utna nasheela hai, chalega jo bhi ho aankho ka rang kaa ya neela hai, ishq k naam pe kerte sabhi ab rasleela hao ... main karun to saala character dheelaa hai
tum apna hath sir par firao, 1 bar fir firaro, 2 bar firao 1 bar fir dono hath firao, ab to yakin aa gaya na gadhe k sing nahi hote..
dost ruthe toh rab ruthe, fir ruthe toh jag chhute, agarfir ruthe to dil ruthe, agar fir ruthe? nikal danda maar saale ko jab tak danda na tute .
koi gham nahi magar dil udas hai, tujh se koi rishta nahi phir bhi ehsaas hai, kehne ko bohut apneay magar tu ek khas hai, zyada emotional na hona uper sub bakwa hai...
pyar ki usne kadar kaha rakhi hai dil ki usne khabar kaha rakhi hai, maine kaha hum mar jayege apke pyar me, usne pucha kabar kaha rakhi hai...
smart ho aap toh bure hm b nahi inteligent ho ap toh buddhu hm b nhi dosti kr k kehte ho busy h hm yaad karna hmse sikho free toh hm b nhi....
best love shayari
usne mohabbat, mohabbat se jyada ki thi,
humne mohabbat usse bhi jyada ki thi,
ab wo kise kahenge mohabbat ki intehaan,
humne shuruat hi intehaan se jyada ki thi.
use kah do wo mera hai kisi aur ho nahin kakta,
bahut nayab hai mere liye wo koi aur us jaisa ho nahin sakta,
tumhare saath jo guzare wo mausam yaad aate hain,
tumhare baad koi mausam suhana ho nahin sakta.
hamen seene se lagakar hamari sari kasak door kar do,
ham sirf tumhare ho jaye hamen itna majaboor kar do,
apni kalam se dil se tak ki baat karte ho,
seedhe seedhe kah kyon nahin dete ham se payar karte ho
ye zaroori nahi hai ki har baat par tum mere kaha mano,
dahleej par rakh di hai chahat aur ab aage tum jaano.
gam shayari
gulshaan me bhanwron ka fera ho gaya, puraab me suraj ka dera ho haya, muskaan ke saath annkhe khol pyaare, ek baar fir se pyaara sa savera ho haya...
arz kiya hai, chai ke cup se uthte dhuein me teri shakal nazaar aati hai, ese kho jate hai tere khyalon me ki aksar meri chi thandi ho jaati hai
aap na hote to hm kho haye hote, hum aapni zindagi se ruswa ho haye hote ye to aap ko good moring kehnay k liye uthey hai, warna hum ot abhi bhi so rahe hote
pyaar se chahe armaan mang lo roothkar chahe muskaan mang lo. Tamanna ye hai ki na dena kabhi dhoka fir haskar chane meri jaan mang lo
fulo ko khusbu ki or se, sagar ko lahro ki or se, suraj ko kirno ki or se, chand ko chandni ki or se aapko hamari or se...
beautiful dosti shayari
rab se aapki khushi mangte hai,
duaon mein apki hansi mangte hai,
sochte hai aapse kya maange,
chalo aapse umar bhar ki dosti mangte hai.
sabki dosti mein wo baat nahi hoti,
thode se andhere se raat nahi hoti,
zindagi me kuch log bahut pyare milte hai,
kya kare unhi se mulaqat nahi hoti.
dosti ka matlab humse kya puchhte ho,
hum abhi inn baato se anjaan badhe hai,
sirf ek gujarish hai ki bhul na jana hume,
kyonki kosti hi humari eklauti jaan bani hui hai.
chala ja message tu banke gulab,
hogi dosti sacchi to aayega jawab,
agar na aaya jawab to mat hone udhas,
samajhnu yu waqt nahi hai mere liye unke pass.
wo na aaye unki yaad aakar wafa kar gayi. unse milne ki tamanna sukoon tabah kar gayi, aahat hui socha asar duaa kar gayi, darwaja khola to dekha majak humse hava kar gayi....
kaise byaan karun alfaz nahi hai, dard ka mere tujhe ehsaas nahi hai, puchhte ho mujhse kya dard hai? mujhe dard ye hai ke tu mere pass nahi hai.
jaane kyun log kisi ko bhool jaate h kuch pal sath rehkar door chale jaate h. Shayad log sach hi kehte h, Sagar milne ke baad aksar baarish ko bhool jaate h.
koi sahara nahi dua k siwa, koi sunta nahi khuda k siwa main ne bhi zindagi ko qareeb se dekha hai, mushkilon mein koi saath deta nahi khuda k siwa.
pyar me bewafai mile to gum na karna apni aankhe kisi ke liye num na karna wo chahe laakh nafrat kare tumse par tum apna pyar kabhi uske liye kam na karna.
poem
He waits and waits. But they are not coming. He rubs his paws and yawns. And the time, which was buzzing so evilly at the threshold of the office, falls ill -like a brainless fly, that got stuck in amber.
Anubis is slumbering. Finally, there are steps - unsteady. And a timid knock. And the creaking of the heavy doors. "Hello, my dear man.
Sit down "- the beast leaves through a manuscript.
And the visitor, a feeble old man,
pales, making him out better -
there sits a jackal, a monster, the mediator with the afterlife, with the sufferings for many years. And miserable, dirty, skinny as a skeleton,
The old man painfully whispers:
"I am the last one."
Pleased, the jackal wags his tail - "I finished the catalog - all the bile and gossip
Human squabbles, howling for thousands of years ...Oh my, what a vile volume -
detailed and thorough inventory.
.. And you, my dear, must go to the third dungeon,
there, waiting for you is the white-toothed Amat ". He closes the volume - and goes on holidays: To the empty Crete – to chase cats, Or to look for the she-wolf in the ruins of Rome ... In the dress of the unpicked flowers the land is beautiful and boundless.
No wars, no troubles, no sacrificial fires.
Until the new races. Until the new disasters.
We are at war, my dear. We are at war.
Where you are a country and I am a country. Assaults. In the trenches - stabbings and fight. Barracks for the soldiers – but they do not sleep: bedbugs, like a mini-army of darkness keep attacking – squadron, another squadron –
Row upon row of inaudible hordes of bloodsuckers.
It’s a war. Wartime for denunciations,
obnoxious charges, explosions, squabbles.
Hearts and hopes are shattered into pieces.
Clanking of accusations. Striving – to reproach, no questions asked. To win. Not to surrender. But this is so futile, my friend. Do you hear it? Futile. Close your eyes. Freeze. Be still. Not a sound. Here’s an ancient forest. River of Peace. Drink its magic. Forget everything, like in a kind fairy-tale.
We set off on a trip, where you are a country, and I am a country.
We are not ferocious armies – you and I will become guests,
marveling at new things, like residents of far-away planets:
"How could I live without peace, without warmth, going crazy, repeating “I got the upper hand!”, when we are given such a short life”. And I am rich – rich as Croesus because I have you.How could I not understand a foreign country
in this absurd state of war".
I am a golden leaf, that to your chest
A blast of wind has stuck for just a while. That’s it… And there’s no other reason why
In the stillness of this summer, hot and dry, The wind has risen, ripped me from my nest,
And let me feel your heartbeat on your chest. Of course, you will forget this strange madness, this incomprehensible, unexpected, hurricane-like delirium.
You will return to your world, in which the phone buzzer is ringing to tears – But the phone is silent, and a convenient answer is found to the questions why, upon which mysterious spirals of life We were carried through days – so that, having met on the very edge of the Earth,
we would be stealing each other – shamelessly, wildly –
from the hobbled days. And above us a eucalyptus was rustling,
surprised at the frantic passion of these bipedal plants
that came into the forest – and almost could not be separated. You will forget, my love. And only shadows will remain.Two happy shadows – at the very edge of the Earth.
In any of the masks - or the skins - you are always flawless:
the show is good!
But suddenly you will freeze,
unexpectedly understood by a passer-by, like by an impartial witness-
to the very depths, without words, without hypocrisy of the trembling lips, through silence...
Should you hurry to him? But you will quietly step back - as far as possible
from the defenseless nakedness,
when – always right, of course - your guest without wiping his feet, will come to analyze your temper, your vices, and your limits.Strict, attentive and merciless, like a theatre critic, he will be making a catalog of the witches and monsters that live inside you.
He just. His speech is perfect. He knows no predilection and compassion –
compassion, that is a sign of love and acceptance And you will close your door.
And watch your own performance – without judges, without onlookers, without crowds.
How ahead is carried on the plate and, frantically dancing, Salome is in tears,
How the droplets fall from the knife,
How it’s Eve that is tempting the Serpent,
How it’s Brutus who’s wrapped in a cloak, groaning from the pain, in rhythm with the stabs...And my critic has seen only the Act N1. Nothing more. And thanks to God for that.
We are floating away - like a rickety raft that has nearly slipped down into the earth's cavity when the planet has jumped forward – and ancient Pangaea split.
We are on that fragment. We are guests. Strangers.
We try to hang on to the rocks with our wheels between the endless sea and sand and we feel – through the ages some heavy dark pupils of the strange shadows are looking at us.
We live in captivity. Desert and water.
We try to phone some deaf, tired people...
I am so scared that I will remain forever confined in the straitjacket of this continent.
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