Ensembled Thoughts
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166》बड़े ही करीब से गुजर जाते हैं वो ख़्वाब , जिनकी तलब रूह को बेहिसाब लगी हैं।
169》शब्दों की आदत सी है हमें, वरना ख़ामोश तो ख़ामोशी भी नहीं।
170》कुछ कहानियाँ अक्सर अधूरी रह जाती है,कभी पन्ने कम प़ड़ जाते है तो कभी स्याही सूख जाती है।
171》नफ़रत सी हो गई है इस दुनिया से, एक तुम से मोहब्बत करके।
172》आँखे भिगोने लगी है अब तेरी बातें, काश तुम अजनबी ही रहते तो अच्छा था।
173》चलो कुछ बात करते हैं; बिन बोले, बिन सुने, एक तन्हा सी मुलाक़ात करते हैं।
174》लिखा जो उसको ख़त वफ़ा के पते पर, डाकिया भी मर गया शहर ढूंढते ढूंढते।
175》किस जगह रख दूँ मै तेरी यादों के चिराग को, कि उससे रौशन भी रहूँ और हथेली भी न जले।
176》आंसुओं की बूँदें हैं या आँखों की नमी है, न ऊपर आसमां है न नीचे ज़मी है, यह कैसा मोड़ है ज़िन्दगी का, उसी की ज़रूरत है और उसी की कमी है।
183-> Don’t bother too much about your feelings. When they are humble, loving, brave, give thanks for them; when they are conceited, selfish, cowardly, ask to have them altered. In neither case are they you, but only a thing that happens to you. What matters is your intentions and your behavior.
- C.S. Lewis
- C.S. Lewis
185-> Any two people can become husband and wife
But to be friends with your spouse - to want to be around them, to want to spend time with them and share your thoughts with them, to want to relax and enjoy everything and nothing with them, to feel alone without them and to think of them and to miss them
To want them by your side because they are your closest companion
To want them on levels other than a spouse
To want their companionship, their friendship
That is a true blessing.
So this is the only shayari I created myself until now. That too more than 3 years ago.
186-> कड़वी बातों को हम नजरअंदाज करते रहे,
खुद हुए बर्बाद हम उन्हें आबाद करते रहे,
उनके मजाक का कभी गुस्सा नहीं किया,
एक मजाक हमने भी कर लिया तो वो खफा हो गए,
कहते हैं वो हमें कि आप बेवफा हो गए,
सालों तक रहे उनके दिल का टुकड़ा बनके आज पल भर मे ही अजनबी हो गए,
किए थे कितने वादे निभा न पाएँगे हम,
हो कितने भी जुदा, उन्हें भुला न पाएँगे हम।
186-> कड़वी बातों को हम नजरअंदाज करते रहे,
खुद हुए बर्बाद हम उन्हें आबाद करते रहे,
उनके मजाक का कभी गुस्सा नहीं किया,
एक मजाक हमने भी कर लिया तो वो खफा हो गए,
कहते हैं वो हमें कि आप बेवफा हो गए,
सालों तक रहे उनके दिल का टुकड़ा बनके आज पल भर मे ही अजनबी हो गए,
किए थे कितने वादे निभा न पाएँगे हम,
हो कितने भी जुदा, उन्हें भुला न पाएँगे हम।
Jeff Deliverer of Mail
Money for nothin, chicks for free
187- My initials are J.A.G. I had a pretty uneventful time in school during my life. That might've been completely different had my parents named me Fred.
--- Jeff Deliverer of Mail.
--- Jeff Deliverer of Mail.
187-> Interview with James Grissom (1997)
How often do they say 'In the beginning was the word' when they are about to present an award to a writer? How often do they say this when someone is being reproached for a promise broken or an affection betrayed? But you said! I heard you.
Words have power--there is an obvious if asinine statement. Words, however, for all the power and beauty and solidity they may provide to a thing or to people, are also evil, and I do not mean merely by having as their motive cruelty or the desire to do damage: Words are evil when they are not invested with the respect they deserve; when they are cast about freely and thoughtlessly.
I am becoming more and more alarmed by the utter meaninglessness of words today, even as the words grow softer and sweeter by the minute. People 'care' a lot, then do nothing with anything but their facile tongues to show that they do. People are 'outraged' or 'concerned,' then sit in the same place and metaphorically cluck over some indignity they will soon forget.
People are 'thinking' of you and 'praying' for you, but the intention--so beautifully rolled off the tongue--never reaches their feet or legs, and so no action occurs: No help, I am here to tell you, is on the way.
But they meant well, and they said so. You heard them!
This is when words become evil in our private, so-called real world, and as we grow up in this environment where actions never correspond to words spewed, our writers and poets and actors are also polluted. Words in plays now are splayed across the page like the peas of an errant child with a swift spoon--they mean nothing, and the actions do not correspond with the facility of the writer.
It gets back to the word. The word has to mean something, and the words have to emanate from someone who means something, intends something, does something.
Hell, for me, would be total silence, and this will occur, will arrive, when people refuse to say anything they are not willing to back up with their actions. And the words will cease, and the inaction--the evil act of not doing--will be accompanied by silence.
And that, for me, will be the end.
How often do they say 'In the beginning was the word' when they are about to present an award to a writer? How often do they say this when someone is being reproached for a promise broken or an affection betrayed? But you said! I heard you.
Words have power--there is an obvious if asinine statement. Words, however, for all the power and beauty and solidity they may provide to a thing or to people, are also evil, and I do not mean merely by having as their motive cruelty or the desire to do damage: Words are evil when they are not invested with the respect they deserve; when they are cast about freely and thoughtlessly.
I am becoming more and more alarmed by the utter meaninglessness of words today, even as the words grow softer and sweeter by the minute. People 'care' a lot, then do nothing with anything but their facile tongues to show that they do. People are 'outraged' or 'concerned,' then sit in the same place and metaphorically cluck over some indignity they will soon forget.
People are 'thinking' of you and 'praying' for you, but the intention--so beautifully rolled off the tongue--never reaches their feet or legs, and so no action occurs: No help, I am here to tell you, is on the way.
But they meant well, and they said so. You heard them!
This is when words become evil in our private, so-called real world, and as we grow up in this environment where actions never correspond to words spewed, our writers and poets and actors are also polluted. Words in plays now are splayed across the page like the peas of an errant child with a swift spoon--they mean nothing, and the actions do not correspond with the facility of the writer.
It gets back to the word. The word has to mean something, and the words have to emanate from someone who means something, intends something, does something.
Hell, for me, would be total silence, and this will occur, will arrive, when people refuse to say anything they are not willing to back up with their actions. And the words will cease, and the inaction--the evil act of not doing--will be accompanied by silence.
And that, for me, will be the end.
188-> The saddest end to a relationship is one where you have to break up with someone whom youre still in love with. It sounds bizarre, but it happensbecause the truth is, as powerful and as thrilling and as wonderful as it may be, love isn't always enough... and to be in love doesn't always mean youre happy. You can continue to love someone even after they've hurt you, but you know deep inside that it wont ever be the same again, so at some point, you have to let them go. When is the right time? You never know. Thats the sad part, too. You just have to walk to the edge of it all and jump, learning to grow back the wings you once had on the way down.
