यादो के बहाव में बह जाना याद है
छोटी छोटी बातों पे मुस्कुराना याद है
पतझड़ मैं भी लगता था मौसम बहारों का
तुम्हारे इंतज़ार मैं वक्त बिताना याद है
कभी साथ बैठे बैठे युही वक्त बिता देना
कभी मेरी हर बात पर तुम्हारा मुस्कुराना याद है
कभी बिन बताये तुम्हारा सब कुछ कह देना
कभी कह के भी बात छुपाना याद है
कुछ सुन ना चाहते थे हम तुमसे
पर तुम्हारा न कह पाना याद है
अभी तो मिले भी नही थे रास्ते हमारे
यूँ एक मोड़ पर राहों का मुड़ जाना याद है
चाहा था एक कहानी बने हमारी
मगर पन्नो का अचानक बिखर जाना याद है
कहाँनी न सही अफसाना तो बन गया
इस अफ़साने का हर फ़साना मुझे याद है ..PG
from :- khwabon ki nagariya
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને એક પ્રકાશ રેલાયો વીશ્વમાં.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને બ્રહ્માંડ રચાયું ઘોર અન્ધકારમાં.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને જીવાંકુર ફુટ્યું આ ધરણીમાં.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને જીવન મહેંક્યું અફાટ સંસારમાં.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને બે જીવ મળ્યાં અણદીઠેથી.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને બે આત્મા એક થયાં તૃપ્તીથી.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને એક શ્વાસ વધ્યો જીન્દગીમાં.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને સ્નેહતણો રણકાર થયો દીલમાં.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને રસહીન થયો આ સંસાર.
પલક ઝપકી, 'ને પ્રભુમીલન થયું જે નથી અસાર।
Palak PG
Strength of a Man
The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.
It is seen in the width of his arms that encircle you.
The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It is in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.
The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It is in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits..
It is in how tender he touches.
The strength of a man isn't how many women he's Loved by.
It is in can he be true to one woman.
The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome.
Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
Must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
Is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
The beauty of a woman
With passing years-only grows.
Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man
Luv Happens Only Once….
Rest Is Just Life…
this is one of the best post from my dearest friend . thanks for this post .... PALAK...
PG
