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Is dasht kay sehra ko samandar ker dey Ya meri aankh kay har ashk ko patthar ker dey Aey Allah mein aur nahi kuch Tujh se maangta Meri chadar meray payron kay brabar ker dey Mujhay gayr na ley ye aatish-e-dunya kaheen Mujh per Apni Rehmat ka saya ker dey Mujhay khaak na ker dey meri hasti ka ghuroor Mujhay meray nafs se moutabar ker dey Aey Khuda meri duaon mein wo asar ker dey Maangu mein Tujh se qatra aur Tu samandar ker dey

लगता  नहीं  है  दिल  मेरा , उजड़े  दयार  में , किसकी  बनी  है  आलम -इ -ना   pai'डर  में , कह  दो  इन  हसरतों  से  कहीं  ओर  जा  के  बसें , इतनी  जगह  कहाँ  है  दिल -इ -दागदार  में , उम्र -इ -दराज़  मांग  कर  लाये  थे  चार  दिन, दो  आरजू   में  कट  गए ,  दो  इंतज़ार  में , कितना  है  बदनसीब  'ज़फर ' दफ़न  के  लीये , दो  गज  ज़मीन  भी  न  मिली  कु -इ -यार  में ...!!!

Tuu Aaa Uttar ke Aaa Raste Kisse To Aaa Khair Paa Hath Kisse Nall Paa Jee Nahi Auna Taa Vee Dasde  Taa Joo Main Kah Saka Ke Tu Ran Choodh Vee Hain Kyo Main Taa Bhaitha Haan  Tee Bhaitha Heen Rahnaga Use Hee Mod Te Teri Hee Udek Vich Kyo Tu Jo Kiha See Tu Bhaith Main Ayaa Han Jee Tur Sakda  Taa Langde Rahiya Magar Hee Aaa Janda Par Tuu Ta Lai Giya Naal Apne "Ainka Mairiya Tee Lal Tain Apni" Han Aee Mainu Yakin Hain Kee Tu Ayega Is Janam Vich Naa Sahi Taa Agle Vich Hi Sahi  Hain Eh Ho Sakda Hain  Ke Is Varr Tu Aave Tee Ainka Naa Liyave  Kyo Eh Tu Vi Janda Hain  Tee Eh Main Vee Janda Hain Kee Teri Lal Tain Hi Bhaut Hain  Tere Darash Layi. KI   TERI   Lal TAIN   HI    BHAHUT   HAIN , TERE  DARSH LAI.

शहं   शाहे    जहान   है  मईल   हुआ   है   क्यों          पेदा    कुने    जहान    है  डायल   हुआ   है     क्यों      खंजर   की   क्या    मजाल  ऐक   जखम   कर   सके  तेरा   ही   है   ख्याल   के  घायल    हुआ     है      तू    

ਨੀਕੀ ਕੀਰੀ ਮਹਿ ਕਲ ਰਾਖੈ ॥ नीकी कीरी महि कल राखै ॥ Nīkī kīrī mėh kal rākẖai. He infuses His Power into the tiny ant; ਭਸਮ ਕਰੈ ਲਸਕਰ ਕੋਟਿ ਲਾਖੈ ॥ भसम करै लसकर कोटि लाखै ॥ Bẖasam karai laskar kot lākẖai. it can then reduce the armies of millions to ashes ਜਿਸ ਕਾ ਸਾਸੁ ਨ ਕਾਢਤ ਆਪਿ ॥ जिस का सासु न काढत आपि ॥ Jis kā sās na kādẖaṯ āp. Those whose breath of life He Himself does not take away - ਤਾ ਕਉ ਰਾਖਤ ਦੇ ਕਰਿ ਹਾਥ ॥ ता कउ राखत दे करि हाथ ॥ Ŧā ka▫o rākẖaṯ ḏe kar hāth. He preserves them, and holds out His Hands to protect them. ਮਾਨਸ ਜਤਨ ਕਰਤ ਬਹੁ ਭਾਤਿ ॥ मानस जतन करत बहु भाति ॥ Mānas jaṯan karaṯ baho bẖāṯ. You may make all sorts of efforts, ਤਿਸ ਕੇ ਕਰਤਬ ਬਿਰਥੇ ਜਾਤਿ ॥ तिस के करतब बिरथे जाति ॥ Ŧis ke karṯab birthe jāṯ. but these attempts are in vain. ਮਾਰੈ ਨ ਰਾਖੈ ਅਵਰੁ ਨ ਕੋਇ ॥ मारै न राखै अवरु न कोइ ॥ Mārai na rākẖai avar na ko▫e. No one else can kill or preserve - ਸਰਬ ਜੀਆ ਕਾ ਰਾਖਾ ਸੋਇ ॥ सरब जीआ का राखा सोइ ॥ Sarab jī▫ā kā rākẖā so▫e. He i...

Are coincidences in our life are a part of our destiny and if everything is written as we say ‘maktub’, then what is the point in following our dreams?     There was an old man who had a dream one night that he would be protected from a ravaging storm that would engulf his whole village. The next day, as expected, a terrible storm came to his region. The first day a neighbor of his offered help for him to flee – help that he denied since he was sure God was going to help him. The second day, when he had to take refuge in the second floor of his house given that the waters had taken over all of the first floor, a rescue team came to his house and offered him to get out of there – help that he again refused given that God had promised him to get out of there. The third day came a helicopter to rescue him but he was adamant that God was going to save him. Not long after he drowned and died. Once in heaven he complained to God: “why didn’t you help me as you promis...

Khalil Gibran has an excellent text about parents and children: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.