Humien hamraah chalne ka hunar ata to hai lekin Mohabbat mein buhat dushwar hota hai badan sansoon ki hidat se pigltay hon Magr dil badgumani ke ghubaar alood rastoon per nikal jaien Jahan khawhishien bhi hath maltien hon nadamat se
nhi besimat lamhoon mein diloon per yeah bhi khul jaye Mohabbat or samjhote mein kitna farq hota hai Wahien humraah chalne ka hunar dum tor deta hai
Mujhe aksar yeh kehti thi Ke itni bar kehte ho, �Mujhe Tum se Mohabbat hai� ke ab dil per yeh sunanay se Asar koi nahi hota Magar jab aaj danista, Nahi bola use mein ne �Mujhe tum se mohabbat hai� To uski ankh bhar ayee
Barishoon ke mousam mein Waqt ke andheeroon mein mein ne us se poocha tha Chorke to na jaoo gay? Hath thaam ker us ne kaan mein bola tha kaisay chor sakta hoon? aur aaj aisa hai !!! Waqt ki tamazat mein wahshiton ke mousam mein mein ne us se poocha hai chor ker jana tha? muskurati ghalioon mein Aas kion dilaye thi? payas kion jagaye thi? mere in sawaloon per chalte chalte wo bola mousmon ke khail mein sab jo badlte rehte hain
Bekhawabi ke aadhi hum bhi Jab se hoye hain Khawab suhaanay bikher gay hain Guriyaan aur patolay jab se Choote tab se� Meet puranay bichar gay hain Such poocho to�. Dil to apna ab bhi chaye Maazi apna palat aye Ankh macholi khelien phir se Lekin janaa�. Ab yeh sab kuch kab mumkin hai Umar ke pul ke neechay se to Khasa pani ghuzar chuka hai Chardta darya utar chuka hai
Teri yadoon ki rawani aur ye December Meri batain teri kahani aur ye December Mera haath tera saath lambi sarak aur ye December Gum sum shamen sunehri ratain aur ye December Bhegey din madham suraj halkey badal aur ye December Behti nadiya gatey panchi urti dhund aur ye December Coffee bistar teri muhabat aur ye December Tanha main tanha chand mera kamra aur ye December Meri ankhen meri neend terey khawab aur ye December �
ye shab .. sard hawa � aur hijar ka alam �. gumaan hota hai iss baar DECEMBER maar dalay ga �..
December ki sard raton main sub apney apney bister per jab meethi neend so rahey hotay hain lekin main jag raha hota hoon bas yoonhi chat ko taktay rehta hoon soch ki waadi main utartay hi khiyal us ka ata hai
phir yaad bhi woh ate hain yadoon ke sath hi yeh baat dil main ati hai kiya wo bhi jagti hogi kiya mujhay sochti hogi kiya uski meethi neend bhi us se rothti hogi kiya mujh ko dhondti hogi December Ki sard ratoon main...
Jitni Duaien Ati thien Sab maang lien humne Jitney wazeefay yaad they saaray ker bethey hain kai taraah sy jee dekha hai Kai tarah sy mar bethey hain Lekin Janna!!! Kisi bhi surat Tum mere ho ker bhi Dua nahi detey...!!!
Kaheen se tera saath le Aaoon Wasl ki chaand raat le Aaoon Beth jaon kisi doorahay par Maang kar tera hath le Aaoon Kitni sadiyon ke baad bolo main Lab pe aik teri hi baat le Aaoon Apni aankhoon ki band galion se Aansoon ki baaraat le Aaoon Itni Ibadat karoon ke main ik din Apni zaat mein teri zaat le Aaoon
Growing up has becoming too serious. I�d love to see more Moms and Dads sharing a chuckle with their children and kids belly-laughing with each other.
Increasingly, parents feel burdened by responsibility and guilt. They spend millions of dollars on books that tell them how to raise competent and intelligent youngsters. Yet they approach the task of rearing their offspring as if they were attending a funeral.
It seems being young has become more of a prison sentence than a phase of life.
I know life isn�t a bed of roses, and that sometimes we just don�t feel like laughing. But the times when life becomes miserable are actually the times we need humor the most.
Parents, enjoy your children, allow yourselves to revel in their honesty, innocence and youth. Don�t die of embarrassment when your toddler puts her finger in her nose while you�re showing her to the relatives. All toddlers do it. Chortle at her delightful lack of self consciousness, and then give her a big-warm hug.
And don�t tear your hair out when your son and all his friends run through the house leaving every door open in their wake. Sure, set some guidelines for their behavior, then laugh at their boyish energy and them back outside, even the normally serious task of discipline can be done in a light-hearted manner.
One morning I snapped at my two sons for wrestling in the kitchen. As I stood nearby, watching them stare morosely into their cereal bowls, I proclaimed loud and clear, �Boy, Mom sure is crabby this morning.� They burst into laughter. They had gotten the message that the kitchen wasn�t playground; there was no sense in their continuing to feel miserable.
Keep in mind the Golden Rule of humor: a joke or statement has to be funny to every one involved. If someone isn�t laughing, then their feeling need to be respected and that topic kept off limits.
Never laugh at a child. A youngster�s mistakes or lack of knowledge may indeed seem humorous at times. But the damage ill-timed laughter may cause to tiny egos is never worth the few moments of adult hilarity.
