Love Is life

Ten Simple Ways to Create a Strong Relationship - Love Life

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Sun, 12 Jun 2016 09:11:00 -0700

Use relationships to guide you how to be whole within.

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"Relationships aren’t about having another person complete you, but coming to the relationship whole and sharing your life interdependently. By letting go of the romantic ideal of merging and becoming “one,” you learn as Rainer Maria Rilke says, to love the distances in relationship as much as the togetherness."

See your partner for who he or she really is.

"The romantic tragedy occurs when you view the person you are in love with as a symbol of what they have come to represent, the idea of them. When you realize that more often than not you don’t really know your partner, you begin to discover who they are and how they change and evolve."

Be willing to learn from each other.

"The key is to see the other as a mirror and learn from the reflection how you can be a better person. When you feel upset, rather than blame your partner and point fingers, remain awake to what has yet to be healed in yourself."

Get comfortable being alone.

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"In order to accept that love can’t rescue you from being alone, learn to spend time being with yourself. By feeling safe and secure to be on your own within the framework of relationship, you will feel more complete, happy, and whole."

Look closely at why a fight may begin.

"Some couples create separateness by fighting and then making up over and over again. This allows you to continue the romantic trance, creating drama and avoiding real intimacy. If you become aware of what you fear about intimacy, you’ll have a better sense of why you’re fighting—and likely will fight far less."

Own who you are.

"We generally grasp at romantic love because we’re yearning for something that is out of reach, something in another person that we don’t think we possess in ourselves. Unfortunately, when we finally get love, we discover that we didn’t get what we were looking for."

Embrace ordinariness.

"The trick is to see that ordinariness can become the real “juice” of intimacy. The day-to-day loveliness of sharing life with a partner can, and does, become extraordinary.

After the fairy-dust start of a relationship ends, we discover ordinariness, and we often do everything we can to avoid it. "

Expand your heart.

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"To create real intimacy, get in touch with the spaciousness of your heart and bring awareness to what is good within you. Practice acceptance and appreciation. In his book, “How to Be an Adult in Relationships: The Five Keys to Mindful Loving”, David Richo explains that two of the keys to mindful loving are acceptance and appreciation.

One thing that unites us is that we all long to be happy. This happiness usually includes the desire to be close to someone in a loving way. "

Focus on giving love.

"The unintentional outcome of loving others more deeply is that we are loved more deeply. Keep the 3:1 ratio. Over the course of a day we have a variety of positive and negative experiences. This is also true when it comes to our relationship with our significant other.

Genuine happiness is not about feeling good about ourselves because other people love us; it’s more about how well we have loved ourselves and others."

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Let go of expectations.

"If you unconsciously expect to receive love in certain ways to avoid giving that love to yourself, you will put your sense of security in someone else.

You may look to things such as romance and constant togetherness to fill a void in yourself. This will immediately cause suffering."

How long can you keep hatred in your heart?

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Thu, 9 Jun 2016 23:08:00 -0700

A kindergarten teacher had decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. So the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.

So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes, some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry the potatoes in the plastic bag with them wherever they go for 1 week. Days after days passed, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. The teacher asked: “How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?” The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.

Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: “This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?”

story from: http://www.moralstories.org/long-can-keep-hatred-heart/

How Presidents Met Their First Ladies and other true love stories to make you say "wow"

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Thu, 9 Jun 2016 22:45:00 -0700

When Georgie Met Martha

In 1758 Martha Dandridge Curtis was 27 and recently widowed, and a very wealthy woman. That year George Washington, also 27 and already a colonel in the Virginia militia (and not at all wealthy) met Martha via the Virginia high-society social scene and proceeded to court her. Courtship was quick, and they were married in January 1759, in what at the time was viewed as a marriage of convenience. They were, however, happily married for 41 years. (Note: The marriage took place at the plantation that Martha owned, in what was called the “White House.”)

When Johnny Met Louisa

Louisa Catherine Johnson, who was born in London, met John Quincy Adams at her home in Nantes, France, in 1779. She was 4; he was 12. Adams was traveling with his father, John Adams, who was on a diplomatic mission in Europe. The two met again in 1795 in London, when John was a minister to the Netherlands. He courted her, all the while telling her she’d have to improve herself if she was going to live up to his family’s standards (his father was vice president at the time). She married him anyway, in 1797, and his family made it no secret that they disapproved of the “foreigner” in their family. Nevertheless, they were married until John Quincy Adams’s death in 1848. Louisa remains the only foreign-born First Lady in U.S. history.

When Jimmy Met Ann
In the summer of 1819, James Buchanan, 28, became engaged to Ann Coleman, 23, the daughter of a wealthy iron magnate in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He spent very little time with her during the first months of the engagement, being extremely busy at his law office, and rumors swirled that he was seeing other women and was only marrying her for her money. The rumors are believed to be untrue, but Ann took them to heart, and in November, after several distraught weeks, she wrote to him that the engagement was off. On December 9 she died of an overdose of laudanum, possibly in a suicide. Buchanan was devastated, and even more so when her family refused to allow him to see Ann’s body or attend her funeral. He disappeared for some time but eventually returned to his work in Lancaster. After Ann’s death, Buchanan vowed that he would never marry. He didn’t… and remains the only bachelor president in American history.

When Gracie Met Calvin

One day in 1903, Grace Anna Goodhue was watering flowers outside the Clarke School for the Deaf in Northampton, Massachusetts, where she taught. At some point, she looked up and saw a man through the open window of a boardinghouse across the street. He was shaving, his face covered with lather, and dressed in his long johns. He was also wearing a hat. Grace burst out laughing, and the man turned to look at her. That was the first meeting of Grace and Calvin Coolidge. They were married two years later.

When Harry Met Bessie
In 1890, when they were both small children, Harry Truman met Bess Wallace at the Baptist Church in Independence, Missouri. They were both attending Sunday school. He was six; she was five. Truman later wrote of their first meeting: “We made a number of new acquaintances, and I became interested in one in particular. She had golden curls and has, to this day, the most beautiful blue eyes. We went to Sunday school, public school from the fifth grade through high school, graduated in the same class, and marched down life’s road together. For me she still has the blue eyes and golden hair of yesteryear.” Bess and Harry were married in 1919.

When Lyndie Met Lady Bird
Lyndon Baines Johnson met Claudia “Lady Bird” Taylor in 1934, a few weeks after she’d graduated from the University of Texas. Johnson was a 26-year-old aide to Texas congressman Richard Kleberg, and was in Austin, Texas, on business. They went on a single breakfast date, at the end of which Johnson proposed marriage. She said she’d think about it. He returned to Washington, and sent her letters and telegrams every day until he returned to Austin 10 weeks later, when she accepted. “Sometimes,” she later wrote about her husband, “Lyndon simply takes your breath away.”

When Richie Met Pattie

Thelma “Pat” Ryan graduated from the University of Southern California in 1937 at the age of 25. She got a job as a high school teacher in Whittier, a small town not far from Los Angeles, and became a member of the amateur theatrical group the Whittier Community Players. In 1938 Richard Nixon, a 26-year-old lawyer who had just opened a firm in nearby La Habra, joined the theater group, thinking that acquiring acting skills would help him in the courtroom. In their first performance, Nixon was cast opposite Ryan. He asked her out, and asked her to marry him on their first date. They were married three years later.

When Ronnie Met Nancy
Ronald Reagan wrote in his autobiography that he first met Nancy Davis when she came to him for help. He was president of the Screen Actors Guild, and she couldn’t get a job acting in movies because another Nancy Davis’s name had shown up on the Hollywood blacklist of alleged communists. But according to Jon Weiner’s book Professors, Politics, and Pop, SAG records show that Nancy’s blacklist problem occurred in 1953, a year after the Reagans were married. So how did they meet? Reagan biographer Anne Edwards says that in 1949 Nancy, who had just become an MGM contract player, told a friend of Reagan’s that she wanted to meet him. The friend invited the two to a small dinner party, and the rest is history.

When Georgie Met Laura

Joe and Jan O’Neill lived in Midland, Texas, and were childhood friends of Laura Welch. In 1975 another childhood friend, George W. Bush, came back to Midland after being away for a few years. The O’Neills bugged Laura to go out with George, but she didn’t want to. She later said that the O’Neills were only trying to get them together “because we were the only two people from that era in Midland who were still single.” She finally agreed to meet him at a backyard barbecue in 1977, when she was 30 and he was 31. George was smitten; Laura was, too. They were married three months later.

When Barry Met Michelle
In 1989 Michelle Robinson was working at a Chicago law firm when she was assigned to mentor a summer associate from Harvard with a “strange name”: Barack Obama. Not long after, Barack, 27, asked Michelle, 25, on a date. She later admitted that she was reluctant to date one of the few black men at the large firm because it seemed “tacky.” Robinson finally relented, and after dating for several months, she suggested they get married. He wasn’t interested. One night in 1991, during dinner at a Chicago restaurant, she brought it up again. Again, he said no. But when dessert showed up, there was an engagement ring in a box on one of the plates. They were married in 1992.

story from : http://www.rd.com/culture/presidents-met-first-ladies/

Motivational and Inspiring Short Stories

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Sat, 4 Jun 2016 23:11:00 -0700

1. Everyone Has a Story in Life

A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…

“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”

Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity, suddenly he again exclaimed…

“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”

The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…

“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”The old man smiled and said…“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.

Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you.

2. Shake off Your Problems

A man’s favorite donkey falls into a deep precipice; He can’t pull it out no matter how hard he tries; He therefore decides to bury it alive.

Soil is poured onto the donkey from above. The donkey feels the load, shakes it off, and steps on it; More soil is poured.

It shakes it off and steps up; The more the load was poured, the higher it rose; By noon, the donkey was grazing in green pastures.

After much shaking off (of problems) And stepping up (learning from them), One will graze in GREEN PASTURES.

3. The Elephant Rope

As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.

4. Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”

“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.

“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.

However, each one reacted differently.

The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “

Moral:In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

Which one are you?

5. A Dish of Ice Cream

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?”

“50 cents,” replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it.

“How much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient.

“35 cents,” she said brusquely.

3. The Elephant Rope

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.

4. Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”

“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.

“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.

However, each one reacted differently.

The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “

Moral:In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

Which one are you?

5. A Dish of Ice Cream

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?”

“50 cents,” replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it.

“How much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient.

“35 cents,” she said brusquely.

story from: http://www.livin3.com/5-motivational-and-inspiring-short-stories

Short Love Stories

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Wed, 1 Jun 2016 22:49:00 -0700

Once a guy said to a girl: "Love is like a rainbow, it's colourful and makes people smile. Love is like an ocean, it's deep and beautiful. Love is like the sun, it shines and it's warm. Love is like rain, it's calm and refreshing. Will you let me show you that love?" The girl shook her head while smiling: "No" The guy looked down sadly and then he heard her saying these words: "I want you to show me YOUR love..."

There was a blind girl who was filled with animosity and despised the world. She didn't have many friends, just a boyfriend who loved her deeply, like no one else. She always used to say that she'd marry him if she could see him. Suddenly, one day someone donated her a pair of eyes. And that's when she finally saw her boyfriend. She was astonished to see that her boyfriend was blind. He told her, "You can see me now, can we get married?" She replied, "And do what? We'd never be happy. I have my eye sight now, but you're still blind. It won't work out, I'm sorry." With a tear in his eye and a smile on his face, he meekly said, "I understand. I just want you to always be happy. Take care of yourself, and my eyes."

One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, I would die."

A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle. Girl: Slow down. I'm scared. Guy: No this is fun. Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him) Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me. In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.

There was a girl named Becca and a boy named Joe. Becca was in a burning house. None of the firefighters could get in the house because the fire was too big. Joe dressed in one of the fire suits and got into the house. When he got up the stairs, the steps fell off behind him. When he got into her room he sealed the door up behind him. He held her tight, kissed her, huged her, then said that he loved her. She asked what was wrong, and he said that he was going to die. Her eyes widened as she began to cry. He picked her up and jumped out of the four story house. He landed on his back with her on top of him. He died to save her life.

tum yaad aate ho

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Mon, 7 Dec 2015 22:14:00 -0800

Nigaah meri tarasti hai mujhe tum yaad aate ho,

Mohabbat jab tarapti hai mujhe tum yaad aate ho,

Sama jata hai aankho main tere jazbon ka bheega pan,

Kaheen baarish barasti hai mujhe tum yaad aate ho,

Zamaane ke sawaalon ko main hans kar taal doon lekin,

Nami aankho ki kehti hai mujhe tum yaad aate ho

best sayri in hindi, Hindi sayri

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Tue, 6 Oct 2015 22:29:00 -0700

नींद में भी गिरते हैं मेरी आँख से आंसू
जब भी तुम ख्वाबों में मेरा हाथ छोड़ देती हो..

तेरा जाना दिल को कभी गँवारा ना हुआ,
ऐसा रूठा हमसे फिर कभी हमारा ना हुआ,

जिंदगी में कुछ ऐसे लोग भी मिलते है....

जिन्हें हम पा नही सकते सिर्फ चाह सकते है....

तेरी यादें भी हैं मेरे बचपन के खिलौने जैसी ..!

तन्हा होते हैं तो इन्हें ले कर बैठ जाते हैं.....

टूटे हुए दिल ने भी उसके लिए दुआ मांगी,
मेरी साँसों ने हर पल उसकी ख़ुशी मांगी,
न जाने कैसी दिल्लगी थी उस बेवफा से,
के मैंने आखिरी ख्वाहिश में भी उसकी वफ़ा मांगी

नींद में भी गिरते हैं मेरी आँख से आंसू
जब भी तुम ख्वाबों में मेरा हाथ छोड़ देती हो..

एक अज़ीब सी बेताबी है
तेरे बिन...
रह भी लेते हैँ और
रहा भी नहीँ जाता.!!

यूँ मुझ पर गौर करोगे तो मुझसे मुहब्बत हो जाएगी,
इश्क़ की आख़िरी हदों में हूँ, राख़ हूँ और जल नहीं सकता..

Yeh Chandni Bhi Ab Sooni Sooni HaiMaut Ki Chahat Ab Tak Adhoori HaiYeh Kaisi Tujhse Meri Doori HaiJeena To Bas Ab Ek Majboori Ha.

Thodi intezar hi kar leti pagali

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Wed, 23 Sep 2015 02:10:00 -0700

ek pagli ladki-kumar vishwas

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Mon, 8 Jun 2015 21:33:00 -0700

अमावस की काली रातों में, जब दिल का दरवाजा खुलता है ,
जब दर्द की प्याली रातों में, गम आंसूं के संग होते हैं ,
जब पिछवाड़े के कमरे में , हम निपट अकेले होते हैं ,
जब घड़ियाँ टिक -टिक चलती हैं , सब सोते हैं , हम रोते हैं ,
जब बार बार दोहराने से , सारी यादें चुक जाती हैं ,
जब उंच -नीच समझाने में , माथे की नस दुःख जाती हैं ,
तब एक पगली लड़की के बिन जीना गद्दारी लगता है ,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भरी लगता है .

जब पोथे खाली होते हैं , जब लोग सवाली होते हैं ,
जब ग़ज़लें रास नहीं आतीं , अफसाने गाली होते हैं .
जब बासी फीकी धुप समेटें , दिन जल्दी ढल जाता है ,
जब सूरज का लश्कर , छत से गलियों में देर से जाता है ,
जब जल्दी घर जाने की इच्छा , मन ही मन घुट जाती है ,
जब कॉलेज से घर लाने वाली , पहली बस छुट जाती है ,
जब बेमन से खाना खाने पर , माँ गुस्सा हो जाती है ,
जब लाख मन करने पर भी , पारो पढने आ जाती है ,
जब अपना हर मनचाहा काम कोई लाचारी लगता है ,
तब एक पगली लड़की के बिन जीना गद्दारी लगता है ,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भारी लगता है

जब कमरे में सन्नाटे की आवाज सुनाई देती है ,
जब दर्पण में आँखों के नीचे झाई दिखाई देती है ,
जब बड़की भाभी कहती हैं , कुछ सेहत का भी ध्यान करो ,
क्या लिखते हो दिनभर , कुछ सपनों का भी सम्मान करो ,
जब बाबा वाली बैठक में कुछ रिश्ते वाले आते हैं ,
जब बाबा हमें बुलाते हैं , हम जाते हैं , घबराते हैं ,
जब साड़ी पहने एक लड़की का, एक फोटो लाया जाता है ,
जब भाभी हमें मनाती हैं , फोटो दिखलाया जाता है ,
जब सारे घर का समझाना हमको फनकारी लगता है ,
तब एक पगली लड़की के बिन जीना गद्दारी लगता है ,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भारी लगता है

दीदी कहती हैं उस पगली लड़की की कुछ औकात नहीं ,
उसके दिल में भैया , तेरे जैसे प्यारे जज्बात नहीं ,
वो पगली लड़की नौ दिन मेरे लिए भूखी रहती है ,
छुप -छुप सारे व्रत करती है , पर मुझसे कभी ना कहती है ,
जो पगली लड़की कहती है , मैं प्यार तुम्ही से करती हूँ ,
लेकिन मै हूँ मजबूर बहुत , अम्मा -बाबा से डरती हूँ ,
उस पगली लड़की पर अपना कुछ अधिकार नहीं बाबा ,
ये कथा -कहानी किस्से हैं , कुछ भी तो सार नहीं बाबा ,
बस उस पगली लड़की के संग जीना फुलवारी लगता है ,
और उस पगली लड़की के बिन मरना भी भारी लगता है .

nazam

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Mon, 8 Jun 2015 21:32:00 -0700

हर एक खोने हर एक पाने में तेरी याद आती है
नमक आँखों में घुल जाने में तेरी याद आती है
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कोई कब तक महज़ सोचे कोई कब तक महज़ गाये
इलाही क्या ये मुमकिन है कि कुछ ऐसा भी हो जाये
मेरा महताब उसकी रात के आग़ोश में पिघले
मैं उसकी नींद में जागूं वो मुझमे घुल के सो जाये
मेरा अपना तजुर्बा है तुम्‍हें बतला रहा हूं मैं
कोई लब छू गया था तब कि अबतक गा रहा हूं मैं
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यहाँ सब लोग कहते हैं, मेरी आंखों में आँसू हैं
जो तू समझे तो मोती है, जो ना समझे तो पानी है

Written by Dr. Kumar Vishwas

Posted by :Ravi Jha

Do not give more excuse please....

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Wed, 12 Mar 2014 23:14:00 -0700

Life's Three rules....

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Wed, 12 Mar 2014 23:12:00 -0700

Something about yOU aNd mE

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Fri, 27 Dec 2013 02:34:00 -0800

Tm bhi tanha the hm bhi tanha the, mil ke rone lge
Ek jaise the dono ke gum, dawa hone lge
Tujme muskurate hai, tujme gungunate hai
Khud ko tere pas hi chod aate hai
Tere hi khyalo me dube dube jate hai
Khud ko tere pas hi chhod aate hai

Thode bhare hai hm thode se khali hai

Tm bhi ho uljhe se hm bhi sawali hai

Kuch tm bhi kore ho kuch hm bhi sare hai

Ek aasma par hm do chand aadhe hai

Kam hai jami bhi thodi kam aasma hai

Lagta adhura tm bin har jaga

Apni har kami me hm ab tujhe hi pate hai

Khud ko tere pas hi chhod aate hai

Jitni ye virani hai tujhse hi sajate hai

Khud ko tere pas hi chhod aate hai

Do raz milte hai hmraj bante hai
Sannate aise hi awaz bante hai
Khamoshi me teri meri sadaye hai
Meri hatheli me teri duaye hai
Ik sath tera ho to so manjile ho
Tanhayi teri meri mahfile ho
Hm teri nigaho se khud me jhilmilate hai
Khud ko tere pas hi chhod aate hai
Tujhse apni rato ko subah banate hai
Khud ko tere pas hi chhod aate hai

Must Read :- Yaad rkhne yogya baate , Mana Ke Dil he.. , Kya Me Shayar Hota Ja Rha Hu

Yaad rkhne yogya baaten

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 04:15:00 -0700

हमारी उम्र नहीं हमारे विचार और कार्य हमें बड़ा बनाते हैं.

कभी-कभी जिंदगी में सबसे आसान सवाल ही जवाब देने में सबसे मुश्किल लगने लगता है.

हमारी उम्र नहीं हमारे विचार और कार्य हमें बड़ा बनाते हैं.

लड़कियों के लिए जीवन आसान नहीं यहाँ तक की फेसबुक पर भी.

लोग दूसरों के जीवन में इतनी रूचि क्यों लेते हैं? लगता है उनका स्वयं का जीवन दिलचस्प नहीं है.

हमें जीवन में भले ही हार का सामना करना पड़ जाये पर जीवन से कभी नहीं हारना चाहिए
Read More Blog :-http://loveislaststageoflife.blogspot.in/2013/03/yaad-rkhne-yogya-baaten.html
Mana Ke Dil he..

Baat Adhuri . ...................

Kya Me Shayar Hota Ja Rha Hu

Without your love, I would die...........................................................................

A Girl and a Boy

Mera Pyaara Sheher

Yaad Hoga Tumhe Ye Geet

Sochta Hu.........

Kya Krein......

Yeh kaisi meethi uljhan hai ?

Kuchh kaho na !

Kuch Kaho Na

What Is Love ?

Mana Ke Dil he..

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 09:58:00 -0700

Sochta Hun ke kash tum hote km se km tnha na ye gum hote..

Baat Adhuri . ...................

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 22:09:00 -0700

Aaj waadee main khoob koharaa hai ,
Dil akelaa hai dard doharaa hai.

Tere kaano.n ko hi nahin pahunchi,
Baat jiskaa ki yoon dhindoraa hai.

Aasmaanon se khelataa hai woh,
Aadmi kya hai ek mohara hai .

Dher sara nahin hai to naa sahi ,
Yeh to kah do ki pyaar thodaa hai.

Yaad aati ho is Qadr se tum ,
. . . ??

Kya Me Shayar Hota Ja Rha Hu

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 22:04:00 -0700

Yeh yakayak kya hua hai ,
Dil mera shaa'ir hua hai !

    Koi khushboo hai hawaa main ,
    Aaj khush khush si zameen hai.
    Baadalon ke paar nikali,
    Ik subah jaise nayi hai.

    Chand kehata hai chalo ,
    Kuchh mod ke aage khushi hai,
    Ab khatam hone ko hain,
    Jo dooriyan tumane sahi hai.

    Pyaas ki lambi talashen,
    Manzilon tak aa gayin hai,
    Itne saalon se nibhayin,
    Ab kasam kitni rahi hai.

    Peed si uthatee hai jaise,
    Hain mere jaanib yahin hai ,
    Kyon achanak tokataa hai ,
    Mann mujhe kyaa yeh sahi hai.

    Hook uthatee hai magar ,
    Thahare qadam uthate nahin hain ,
    Poochane ko naam uska,
    Lafz milate hi nahin hain .

    Zindgi bhar bandagi ki ,
    Ab mua kaafir hua hai ,
    Dil mera kaayar hua hai,
    Yeh achanak kya hua hai,
    Dil mera shaa'ir hua hai.

Without your love, I would die...........................................................................

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Sun, 19 Aug 2012 05:30:00 -0700

A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.

At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it.

"Without your love, I would die."

A Girl and a Boy

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Sun, 19 Aug 2012 05:16:00 -0700

A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said "No". She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever, he said "No". Then she asked him if he would cry if she walked away, he said "No". She had heard enough; she needed to leave.

As she walked away he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said "You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don`t want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."

Love Is Life ,

Yaad Hoga Tumhe Ye Geet

Sochta Hu.........

Mera Pyaara Sheher

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Thu, 7 Jun 2012 04:01:00 -0700

Pyaara Sheher

Baat be-baat pe apni hi baat kehta hai

Mere andar mera chhota sa sheher rehta hai

Mera andar ka sheher kaafi khubsurat sa lagta hai mujhey. Iski sadkein jaise mere liye hi bani hain. Kisi bhi raaste par chal padu, manzil hamesha ek ‘yaad’ hoti hai. Kabhi koi dhundli si yaad, kabhi koi muskuraati huyi yaad, kabhi koi rulati huyi yaad, to kabhi wo yaad jise mehsoos kar ke lage ki kaash mai ise phir se jee lu.Waise sach kahun to kuch yaadein mai chhup ke jee bhi leti hoon. Kabhi kabhi Papa ke scooter pe zidd karke ghoomne chali jaati hoon… OSCM ke lecture me us purane dost ke saath bekaar ki baatein bana kar has leti hoon..saat aath saal ki umr me jaakar bade hone ke sapne dekh leti hoon..aur school ke dino me jakar bohot saarey paise kamane ka bhi soch leti hoon. Sach poochho to maza aata hai. Apni yaadon ko jaisa mann kahe waise jeene ki azaadi hai yahan.

Meri yaadon ko meri hi zubaani kehta hai

Wahi chhota sa sheher jo mere andar rehta hai

Mere sheher ke log bhi kaafi apne se lagte hain. Zadatar mere dost hain yahan par. Ek wo hai jo English test me meri notebook me jhaankta hai...ek wo hai jiske gifts me hamesha ghadi hoti hai...ek wo bhi hai jiske saath Devanand aur Rajesh Khanna ki nakal kiya karte hain. Yahan ke log mera kaafi khayaal rakhte hai. Asal zindagi se bhi zyada. Mera bhi har waqt dil karta hai ki unhe khush dekhun. Asal zindagi me unse door reh kar ‘Pyaara Sheher’ me unse milu aur khubsari baatein karun. Is sheher me meri wo dost bhi hai jo mere saath rehti hai, wo jiske saath ek hi plate me khana khaane ki aadat si ho gayi thi.Mai aur wo yahan bhi ek hi kamre me rehte hain. Kisi aur ko ‘roommate’ ki jagah dekhne ka khayal, khayalon me bhi nahi aa paya. Isme mera wo dost bhi rehta hai jiske saath baatein hamesha ‘hello…thank you’ se shuru hoti hain. Hum Pyaara Sheher me bhi ek dusre ki baatein bina kahe hi samajh jaate hain aur yahan bhi kisi ko hamare mazaak par hasi nahi aati. Par mujhey fark nahi padta. Kyuki Pyaara Sheher me guzara har ek pal mujhey ek khushi si de jata hai.

Yahan ke har bande ko mera apna kehta hai

Wahi chhota sa sheher jo mere andar rehta hai

Jis tarah koi shayar apni tanhai se baatein kiya karta tha, mai apne Pyaara Sheher ki yaado se baatein karti hoon. Mere saare din ka sukoon isi sheher me kahin chhupa hota hai. Usey dhoondte huye raaste me kai yaadein mujhey mil jaati hain. Mai apne hisse ke waqt ke do pal unhe de deti hoon. Unhe chhu ke, mehsoos kar ke, ek aur baar jee ke..aage badh jaati hoon. Shayad is yaqeen ke saath ki wo saari yaadein mere Pyaara Sheher me mehfooz hain. Mai dobara aungi to wo mujhey yahin kahin phir milengi.

Apni yaadon me aksar mujhey kehta hai

Mere andar mera chhota sa sheher rehta hai.

Yaad Hoga Tumhe Ye Geet

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 21:44:00 -0700

मैं धूप में था, वो छांव में

मैं आसमां, वो हवाओं में

थे संग हम फिर भी दूर थे

भंवर थे दोनों के पाँव में

कभी तो वापस फिर आयेंगे

वो लम्हे ख्वाबों के गाँव में

वो खूबसूरत सी दोपहर

वो शाम संग तेरे मुक्तसर

रखा है उस पल का नाम भी

लो हमने अब तेरे नाम पर

चले भी आओ हैं ढूँढ़ते

तुम्हें हजारों दिशाओं में

कभी तो वापस फिर आयेंगे

वो लम्हे ख्वाबों के गाँव में

मैं करवटों में उलझ गया

मैं रात भर कल न सो सका

मैं उस को हर पल हूँ ढूँढता

जो पल हमारा न हो सका

न रोको अब मैं हूँ डूबता

न जाने कैसी खलाओं में

कभी तो वापस फिर आयेंगे

वो लम्हे ख्वाबों के गाँव में

हमारी तकलीफ सोच कर

था रोना चाहा, न रो सका

ज़रा से मासूम ख्वाब का

गले में किरचा अटक गया

है कहने को कितना कुछ मगर

बताओ कैसे सुनाऊं मैं

कभी तो वापस फिर आयेंगे

वो लम्हे ख्वाबों के गाँव में

Sochta Hu.........

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 21:44:00 -0700

सोचता हूँ कि काश तुम होते , कम से कम तन्हा ना ये ग़म होते , सोचता हूँ कि वो कैसे टूटा ,
क्यूँ ना जाना कि रिश्ता कांच का था , गीली मिट्टी की तरहा फिसल गया , दोष मिट्टी का था कि हाथ का था? काश इतने सवाल ना होते , कुछ तो तकलीफज़दा कम होते , सोचता हूँ कि काश तुम होते , कम से कम तन्हा ना ये ग़म होते , सोचता हूँ कि कैसे होगे तुम , जो मिलूंगा तो क्या कहोगे तुम , जो कहूँगा, कि याद करते हो? , सच कहोगे कि चुप रहोगे तुम? , काश फिर याद के कोहरे होते , काश फिर बातों के मौसम होते सोचता हूँ कि काश तुम होते , कम से कम तन्हा ना ये ग़म होते......................................

Kya Krein......

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 05:46:00 -0700

Dard kuch ghatata nahin hai , kya karain,
Dil kahin lagataa nahin hai , kya karain .

Raat kalee syaah itnee der thee,
Din main kuchh dikhta nahi hai kyaa karain.

Baandh tha jo sabr ka barson talak,
baadh aa kar dha gayi hai kya karain.

Khwab - khali the , bahut khaamosh the,
Koi chham se aa gayi hain kya karain.

Dekh kar ek baar unko roo ba roo,
Khat se jee bharata nahin hai kya karain.

Yeh kaisi meethi uljhan hai ?

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 05:36:00 -0700

Dhoop tumhari yaad dilaati,
Chhanw tumhari hi baaten hai.n,
Aankhe ek jhalak ko pyaasi,
Bhule nahi.n bhula paate hai.n,

Kuchh kaho na !

noreply@blogger.com (rj) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 05:18:00 -0700

Syaah sannaton main hamane,
Umr katee hai tanhaa,
Tang aur andhi surangen,
Is gufaa se us gufaa.

Saans thi sahami hui si,
Dhadakanon ko ek darr,
Itnaa tanhaa aur lambaa,
Zindgi ka uff safar.
Door meelon door jalati ,
Lau koi lagatee ho tum ,
Tum ho,tum ho,Tum hi tum ho ,
Ho naa tum, tum, ho naa tum.

Pal se pal tak jee rahe hain,
Tum hi pal pal aas ho na,
Ek pal to aur thaharo ,
Ek pal dikhati raho na .

Kuchh kaho na !!