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*Hamari Sanson Mein Aaj Tak Woh Heena Ki Khushbhoo Mehak Rahi Hai* *Labon Pe Naghme Machal Rahe Hain Nazar Se Masti Jhalak Rahi Hai* **O’ even today within my breathes That sweet smell of henna is still lingering Upon the lips songs are way-warding And with mischief, the glances are twinkling** *Woh Mere Nazdeek Aate Aate Haya Se Ek Din Simat Gaye Thay Mere Khayalon Mein Aaj Tak Woh Badan Ki Daali Latak Rahi Hai* **O’ inching towards me, One day he shyly gathered himself Till today, within my thoughts His body's youthfulness is still swaying** *Sada Jo Dil Se Nikal Rahi Hai Woh Sher-o-Naghmon Mein Dhal Rahi Hai Ke Dil Ke Aangan Mein Jaise Koi Ghazal Ki Dhaandhar Khanak Rahi Hai* **O’ this cry coming from within my heart Finds its way into verses and songs As if in the courtyard of my heart Beat of a poem is throbbing** *Tadap Mere Bekharar Dil Ki Kabhi To Unpay Asar Kare Gi Kabhi To Woh Bhi Jaleinge Isme Jo Aag Dil Mein Dahek Rahi Hai* **O’ my restless heart's tremor Will surely affect him one day Someday, he too will burn In the fire of my heart which is raging** — Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Noor Jahan
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Sweet Smell of Henna
** ti hai Suru Jb Mohababt k lamhe, Shuruaat Khushiyo se Gam Sare Lmahe. Bina Kuch Shune Bina kuch Khe, Hoti Hai Anokhi Mhababt k Lamhe. Magar Mai Sa Janu, Na Phchan Pau, Kaisi Hai Mohababt Yhe Koi Btade. Punchhu Mai Us Se Yhe mohabat tu batade , Dard Hai Jaiyada Tujhme, Kyu Tu Na Is Ko Mitade. Hai Viswas Mujhko , Tu Kr Dega Dur Isko. Hoti Hai Dukh Bddi Is DILL Me Agar DILL Tutte KIshika BHari Mhafil Me. Sambhalana Hai Mushkill, Btau mai Kaise , Ye Dard Ki Khahani , Shunau Mai Kaise. Bina Kuch Khe Bina Kuch Sune , Hoti Hai Anokhi Mohabat Ke lamhe . Manau Mai DILL Ko , Bhulau Us Pal Ko , Jo Biti Hai Kal Ko , Hamari Wo lamhe. Hai Mushkil Bddi Ye Dard Chupana , Bithen Huye Kal Ke , Yadash Mitana. Magar Mai Na Jan Na Pachan Pau. Kaishi Hai Mohabat Yhe Koi Btade. Bhot Log Krte Hai , Is Pe Bharoshe, magar Sab Ko Milte Hai Isme Ye Dhokhe. Jo Kha Lete Dhokhe , Wo Firte Hai Rothe. Magar Mai Na Janu Na Pachanan Pau Kaishi Hai Mohabat Ye koi Btade. ROHINI RAJ
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
MOHABABT KE LAMHE
Dil ke ehsaas hote hain bhut khaas, Shayad tabhi umadte hai bhut sawaal iske paas. Tuta dil or tuta darpan hai ek samaan, Jodne ki koshish karenge tou hoga kudh ko hi dard jiska nahi hai koi bakhaan. Dil, Dil se milte hai tou pyar hota hai, Dil, Dil ke liye hi beqarar hota hai, Ye lafzon ki bhasha nahi samjhta saab, Ye tou us nayno ke andaaz ko hi smjh leta hai Yaaron dil kabhi kisi ka dukhana nahi, Beshak tutne ki awaaz aati nahi. Par khuda kasam dard bhut hai hota, Jab ye nanha dil hai rota. Jab kabhi hum khud se hi ruth jatey hai, Dil rota hai aur aankhon se ashq tapak jaatey hai, Ye bahut nadaan hota hai, Bin soche hi pyar kr leta hai Bin ankhiyon ke dekh leta hai bahut kuch, Bin kaano ke sun leta hai har raag sach much. Haal apne dil ka suna nahi sakte Ujad gayi hai duniya jo thi khubsurat isme baste Sab kuchh es chhote dil me chhipa ke bhi chup rahta hai, Puri duniya ka dard bhi dedo tou aah tak nahi bharta hai, Kabhi khush hokar muskura deta hai, Tou kabhi taklifon ko dekhkar tut bhi jata hai. Collaboration by Manish Shrivastva and Sonia Paruthi
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
DIL...(COLLAB WITH SONIA PARUTHI)
Zindagi ki piyala itna borha nahi hai ki uski andor me lehron ki mujhme nodia beh sakta hai. Likhen uski andorme ek bindu pani bi nahi itna chota ki isme sagor bon nahi sakta. Koi yaro achanok milta hai to bolta kitna chota hai ye donia Ye mitti andorme bi kya borha? Khodo to isme kobor bonta hai Liken agor Mawla chahe to ye mitti se bi Adam bon sakta hai. Somundor to somundar shabnam (dew) bi Subhan Allah! Aaj kaha aj reh ta hai kal ** jata Kal ko kisi ko kiya pa tha Thalu aftab (sunrise) ki canvusme Ankhi dal kor job sham dol jata hai Kisi Ko zulf ke saye me bemalum Kitne ankhi khu ja ta hai Kis andaar goliche chad aa ta hai Kiso ki kiya pa tha hai Liken mera bhi kitna khush naseeb hai Khali hate aakor bi itni kimti herat angaiz (amazing) majlish me ek hishya bhi mila. Mawla karega keyse Aap ka shukrana Alhamdulillah kiyanat ki Rab taarif Aap ka, Aap ka!
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
Alhamdulillah - Taarif Aap Ka
a pretext to the international audience..i am posting this as my rendition of the infamous tales of friendship turned love times...i tried to translate it into the universal language but it would fail to do justice . Yet if there is someone who would like to still understand what this will all be about ..message me and i shall give u the essence..happy reading :) -----------dost ya zadda?---------------- ek ladka aur ladki kabhi dost nahi ** sakte, keh gaye buzarg sab,nahi samajhti peedia kis baat ka hai sharmana aab, par kaisi hai ye deewangi , jo dikhati mujhe pyaar aur tumhe dosti kitne kam samaye me hum kahan se kahan pohonch gaye , aur iss douran ham ek dusre ko kitna samajh gaye. tumhari bechaini samjhane ki , aur meri shiddat tumhe samajhne ki, chaand aata ,tehelta aur chala jata par hum na soote,jab log jaagte hum soote ,kya din the voh. in mukhauto ke peeche chupi jo asliat thi,jo unchui thi ,tum chu gaye , aur bass dil me bas gaye mahine guzar gaye aur kuch kehne ko dil chahta hai , par kya ye sahi rasta hai? kya ye mujhe aapne ghar pohoncha dega , ya banjara chod dega? najaane kab ye faisale aagay aur mujhe tumse door legaye jis dosti me aaj tak kuch nahi chipa ..aaj usme tijoria hai ... aaj usme gussa hai ,aag hai.. aaj isme gussa hai.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
a hindi poem
Pyaar such me andha hota hai Pure din baat hoti hai, Lekin gn msg na aane par dard hota hai. Bas subah ** call uthaoo phir batata hu, Ye question man bana leta hai Subah phone uthate hi Missing you , Love you Isase jyada bolne ka oukat nahi hota ha Pyaar such me andha hota hai Man daba Kar puchata hu Kal juldi so jaye the Kya Isme bhi respect Dena hota hai Nahi tiktok dhekh rahi thi msg pe dhyan nahi Gaya Sun ke man me gussa lekin chehre pe sirf muskurahat hota hai Pyaar such me andha hota hai
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
Pyaar such me andha hota hai
Dil me liye armaan hazaro, har ek insaan daudta hai.. Sapne pure karne ko apne, kai baar woh rota hai.. Tanhai ke aasuo ki keemat nahi hoti, aankhen nam kar akele, fizool hi roya main.. Pata nahi kaise, par iss daud me jeet kar bhi hara main.. Mushkil hoti hai dagar, agar khud ke liye jeete ** dusro ke liye jeena aur bhi mushkil hota hai.. Iss raah me kabhi kisi ka saath mile, woh saath nibhana aasaan nai hota hai.. Meri koshisho me shayad reh gayi kami koi, jo aaj tak nahi nibha saka isss rishte ko main.. Pata nahi kaise, par iss daud me bhi hara main.. Khud ki takleefo me shayad gum gaya zyada zara, jo dikha nahi mujhe mushkile hoti toh sabhi ko hain.. Chizo ko suljhane chala tha, uss raah me khud hi ulajh gaya main.. Naa mushkile kam hui aur naa takleefe door, bas dil dukhaya sabke main.. Zindagi shayad daud nahi, par main phir bhi isme hara hu, kisi aur ka kya kasoor, bas zindagi se hara mai..
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Hara Mai..
Yun khafa na ** jaaya kro tum mujhse dar jata hu, Na door jaaya karo tum mujhse dar jata hu, Haan mai karta hu galtiyan par pyaar b sirf tumse hi karta hu, Yu na bhulaya kro mujhko mai khud ko bhool jata hu, Chahta kis kadar hu tumko ye tum bhi jaanti ** Dil me ehsas sirf tumhara hai kya tum isse b ikaar karti ** Wajah ** tum meri har khusi ki isme na koi jafa hai, Na judaa ** jaaya karo mujhse kaise batau tumhe kis kadar toot kar bikhar jata hu.. Luv u
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:32 AM UTC
Tera khafa hona
Werd er altijd al zoveel geklaagd, mensen de grond in geboord, belaagd? Jezus zei al, zij die zonder zonden is, werpe de eerste steen. Ik hoorde in de mis en op school, kijk niet naar splinter in het oog van een ander want niet enkel ezels balken. Misschien leggen ze de lat zichzelf te hoog en willen ze echt alle slakken met zoutigheid stalken. Is heksenjacht nog wettelijk? Is de schandpaal niet al ettelijke malen zelf aan de palen vastgeketend? Natuurlijk, niemand is alwetend. Het is een simpel fenomeen, snobisme, één-kenmerk-is-genoeg-om-alles-te-weten-isme. Niemand heeft tijd om alles op te zoeken. En tegenstrijdig goed en kwaad, binnen één persoon? Dat bestaat niet, enkel in de koeken die je eet achter je computer, zoals ik, terwijl ik zelf niet beter weet.
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Splitting