Kehni hai Jo baat, kho WO baat khan se laun.
Tapti jeth dupahri me barsaat khan se laun.
Ek to roothi sham Chand bhi rookha sa hai.
Taron bhari hai raat magar ek toota sa hai.
Jane wale ko de du, WO paigam kha se laun
Khni hai Jo baat kho WO baat kha se laun
This body which is irregular and my soul which is immortal has become yours.
मेरा पसंदीदा कलाकार बीमार है। लन्दन में एक ऐसी दुर्लभ बीमारी का इलाज करवा रहा है, जिससे मेडिकल साइंस भी अनजान है। उसने अपने प्रशंसकों के नाम एक ख़त लिखा है। अपनी कुछ पुरानी तस्वीरें भी शेयर की हैं। Irrfan Khan के इस ख़त को उनके मित्र और मशहूर फ़िल्म समीक्षक Ajay Brahmatmaj ने अपने ब्लॉग 'Chavanni Chap' पर साझा किया है। आप भी पढ़ें एक विशिष्ट कलाकार का अपने प्रशंसकों के नाम लिखा पत्र और इरफ़ान के जल्द स्वस्थ्य होने की दुआ करें...
कुछ महीने पहले अचानक मुझे पता चला था कि मैं न्यूरोएन्डोक्राइन कैंसर से ग्रस्त हूं, मैंने पहली बार यह शब्द सुना था. खोजने पर मैंने पाया कि मेरे इस बीमारी पर बहुत ज्यादा शोध नहीं हुए हैं, क्योंकि यह एक दुर्लभ शारीरिक अवस्था का नाम है और इस वजह से इसके उपचार की अनिश्चितता ज्...
A mother's intuition is far better and worth more than a medical degree. That thing which we call intuition is actually her soul. You can't hide your wrong doings or worries from her. Its better to tell her truth.
JO Man Ke Rishte rakht ke rishton se bhi bhari lagate the,
Wo rishte halke hote hain to man bhari ho jata hai.
Jo rishte man ke rakhtit hokar Pran shiro me bhte the,
Wo rakht hriday ka pite hain to man bhari ho jata hai.
Jo rishte man ke aankhon ko manjar dikhlaya krte the,
Palkon se jab we dhalte hain to man bhari ho jata hai.
Jo rishte man ke kaya ko har pal spandit rkhte the,
Pairon ke bandhan bante hain to man bhari ho jata hai.
Jin rishton ke hi dhwaj ko main anandit ho lehrata tha,
Khandit ho ab we girte hain to man bhari ho jata hai.
Jin rishton ki kasame khakr main apni bhuk mitata tha,
Wo jb basi ho jate hain to man bhari ho jata hai.
In rishton ki jhuti mala ko pher nhi ab paunga,
Though at a point of time I was much angry with you but when yesterday you text me I become quite emotional. I don't know why and from where tears come to my eyes but that was spontaneous. As I know you are a good man and we have shared good time,yesterday the human inside me curbed my wild anger for you. Though I am not going to trust you again as my mind is well trained for that. Yet I am hoping that we will share good time in future.
Aaj mera mood thik tha aur tumhara din. Warna Insaanon ki basti me vahashiyon ko maar diya jata hai.
अदीबो !ठोस धरती की सतह पर लौट भी आओ ।
मुलम्मे के सिवा क्या है फलक के चाँद तारों में।।
Being A Political thinker,
Patriotism - "Supporting my country/nation all the time,but supporting my government only when it deserves. The interest of government whenever show a divergence from national interest its patriotic to act against government even by breaking codes, rules or regulations."
Being an administrator,
Assumption: The interest of government lies within national interest ie; government's interest is a subset of national interest, only therefore I am a part of government's administration.
Patriotism: "Supporting my country and at the same time my government all the time. I don't suppose to do any act against the government being an insider of the government. It will be...
When a young man comes out of his house and shares his position in the external world, then the first difficulty is to choose someone as a friend. If his position is not completely solitary and uninterrupted, then he gets familiarity from some people in a few days.This familiarity is transformed into increasing friendships. The success of his life depends on the suitability of friends' choice; Because the secret influence of consummation is very big on our behavior. We people start our work by entering into society at that time, whereas our mind is gentle and capable of accepting every kind of sanskars, our sense is unimpressed and our tendency remains immature.We live like a statue of a raw ...
हर शख्स को पहले पहल यह इल्म नहीं होता,
मुहब्बत से बढ़कर खुद पे कोई ज़ुल्म नही होता।
है शामिल दर्द मुहब्बत के हर फ़साने में,
जुदा दर्द का मुहब्बत से कभी ज़िस्म नही होता।।
Tu Jahan se Gujari Bastiyan banati Chali
Musafir Mil Gaye Tujhko to Safar badhati Chali
Kuch Hasra Kiya Kuch Toh Abhi Baki Hai
Umeed hai gujregi abhi achhi bhali
Patthar ko mom bante dekha hai,
Kabhi koi lava ubalte dekha hai?
Is aag pe rkhi ketli me ...
Pani ko bhaap bante dekha hai?
The darkest of Clouds gather again.
Lightening flashes across the Horizon.
Will you to vanish with the setting sun?
Or will you clasp my hand?
Who are you of mine?
Why it bother me when you are in distress?
Why only blessings came out of my heart for you?
Why I can't cheer up these days?
Am I pretending to myself?
The one and only reason of arising all these questions is you,I am unable to answer with my best possible effort.
"If you avoid conflict to keep the peace you start a war inside yourself.
We don't have to agree with one another but it is important that we learn to respect each other. "
Grief is my companion,grief is my wealth.
Have not to worry about it,it can't be stealth.
Who say grief is painful,it is just my threat.
Welcome Oh grief cordially offer me my bliss.
Pull me out of these quest,I wanna just liberate.
My early writings-
life is a challenging claim ,to prove our boundless fame..
the way we spend our life in charity,we will get closer to the almighty.
And we should perform our duty without making any blame.
So we could come out of d room of darkness towards the lightning frame."
My early writings-
"this body deteorate ,but joy never dies" and I believe in this...
death is ultimate as d velocity of light,why make d joy die in fear of it.
We r puppets on a string and d strings r pulled by Him(God).When who & how it can be pulled one can never tell.
"death is a poem.
yet I've promised this poem someday It"ll meet.
when sleeps overcomes even d painful sinking nerves.
d yellow moon rises slowly in d sky.
when sun sets at twilight and night on d horizon.
its neither dark nor bright, nor night nor day.
when our body no longer lives and the soul starts breathing.
I've promised this poem that someday I'll meet.....
To you only,
I wonder how do I know that much about you.
I don't know you through your writings.
I wonder I have read your expressions which you use as curtains to everyone, reveal everything about you to me.
I have seen a child in you,I have seen an old in you.
I wonder I have seen many fold in you.
To my Mom,
I don't ever need to write letter to you because you always understand my unspoken wishes and my unexpressed thoughts,because I am just a part of you. Still I am writing this letter to you because its about that time when you were not conscious and was fully prepared to leave me alone in this ruthless world. But it has been my biggest achievement that I pulled you back to me.
You are not aware,that whole night I sobbed holding your hands. I was compelled to do that,no buddy was there to calm me,neither your hands reached to wipe my eyes as usually they do. That night I feared to loose everything. At next morning in hypnagogia I was expecting that somehow your call would fall i...