نامعلوم است منزلِ مقصودِ من،
فقط در راہِ سفر، روان و سرگردانم۔
گاهے می‌ایستم، گاہے خسته می‌شوم،
لیکن ہنوز در امیدِ رسیدن، نالانم۔

منزل بہ تأخیر است، مگر راہ باقی،
فکر می‌کنم کہ باید ہمیشہ روان باشم۔
منزل برسد یا نہ، کس دانَد؟
شاید این راہ رفتن، خود منزلِ جان باشد

धूल से उठे, धूल में समाएं,
आग के गोले पर, जीवन बिताएं।

सुख और दुख, साथ चलते,
समय के साथ, सबक मिलते।

न आरंभ, न अंत की बात,
रास्तों पर चलते, जीवन का साथ।

Giving up every Evening ….
But Start Again Every Morning …
Seasons come and go ….
All goes we remain ……

Before we start complaining…
Think about the worst things
Which  could happen to you….
Think about those
who cant see or write.
Let alone have hands to type.

The chef will always
Praise the food he cooks.

Love to Hate …..
Hate to Love ……

Is it when two souls come together to unite or a drug that inhibits the mind, intensifying the senses of your heart combined.

An instinct that we crave to feel deeply emotionally attached.
Like oxygen we need to breathe, the removal of it deepens the need.

They say love is blind you can not see.
Is this the one who's captured me.

Minds in a daze lost in a maze.
Jolting you out of control, engulfing your body and soul.

Taking your hand alluring one in with that magical flute to captivate every inch of you.

You're lost in a trance enjoying the dance longing for it to last.
Increasing the desire not to drown out the fire.

Illusions of what we are led to believe.

Chemistry hits and that attraction exists, fireworks explode releasing pheromones, heightening the primal instincts inability to control the burning impulse.

Why is love inclusive and has many faces?

It's a basic human need; it's in our nature to proceed.