Alvida kehkar jab wo chal diye,
Ankhon ne sare haseen khwab kho diye,
Gum yeh nahi ki wo mujhe chhod gaye,
Dard to tab hua jab Alvida kehkar wo khud ro diye…
Category: Quotes about Life
Zindagi ki Dastan WhatsApp Shayari
1. Itni Badsaluki Na Kar Ae Zindagi..
Hum Kaunsa Yahan Baar Baar Aane Wale Hain..!!!
2. Marne ke liye Thoda sa Lekin..
Zinda Rahne ke Liye bahut Sara Zahar Peena Padta hai…!!!
3. Bhula denge tumhe bhi, zara sabar to kijiye,
Tumhari tarah bewafa hone mein thoda waqt to lagega..!!
Aansu-e-Mohabbat WhatsApp Hindi Shayari
1. Behtar hai karu or koi silsila apna…
Tera to mohabbat ka irada nahi lagta.
2. Aankhon ki gali mein koi awaara sa aansu…!
Palkon se tere ghar ka pata pooch raha hai..
3. Ya khuda ab mujhpe tu itna sa reham karle…
Abki bar jab samna ho unse toh bus aansu meri aankh se na nikle…
Khwab Shayari – Alvida kehkar chale gaye
Alvida kehkar jab wo chal diye,
Ankhon ne sare haseen khwab kho diye,
Gum yeh nahi ki wo mujhe chhod gaye,
Dard to tab hua jab Alvida kehkar wo khud ro diye…
Sharabi Shayari – Nasha yahan hota hai
Wo kehte hain humse tumne hamari needein haram kar di hain,
Unke jam mein pyar ki sharaab bhar di hai,
Unhe nahi maloom raton ka chain yahan khota hai,
Sharaab vo peete hain, nasha yahan hota hai.
We Want A Better Tomorrow
How strange to think of those streets
and vacant lots, the sandhills
where we played and dug our trenches;
the forts we built, the enemies
we conjured to aim our stick-guns at,
and then went home at evening,
to victory, to safety and sleep.
And now the vast acres of rubble,
the pitched and roofless houses,
upended stonework and sunken bridges.
The dog-packs roaming, digging,
for the one still-unclaimed victim;
the stray sniper aiming at dusk,
and in the roadside fields,
flowers that explode when picked.
The children wandering from one
burned suburb to another,
seeking that which no longer exists:
a neighborhood, a playing field,
a wading pool or a standing swing;
for a kite to fly, a ball to throw,
or just one pigeon to stone.
And through all this haunted vacancy,
from cellars and pits of sand,
come and go as on a fitful wind
such whispers, taunts and pleadings:
the scolding voices of dead parents,
the lessons of teachers no longer
standing, whose classrooms
are blown to ash and smoky air.
And far-off, unheard beyond the drone
of a single hovering aircraft –
in Paris, Zurich, Prague, or London,
the murmur of convening statesmen.