What is love?

To live it and know it is very easy but to say it is difficult. It is like asking a fish, “What is the sea?” The fish may say, “This is the sea. It is all around, all over.” But if you insist, “Please define the sea, don’t just indicate,” then the problem becomes really difficult for the fish.

If we search deep within man we will find that no other word used by him is more false than love. The most unfortunate thing is his thinking that those who actually have falsified love, who actually have blocked all the streams of love, are the direct ancestors of love.

Love is within every human being. It does not have to be brought in from somewhere. It is not something that has to be searched for somewhere. It is there. It is the very longing of life within everybody. It is the very fragrance of life within everybody. But it is trapped by high walls on all sides and is unable to manifest itself. All around it there are rocks, and the stream cannot spring up.

The search for love, the discipline of love is not something that you can go somewhere and learn.

Love is hidden inside human beings; it only needs to be released. The question is not how to produce it, but only how to uncover it. There is something that we have covered ourselves with that does not allow love to surface...

Everyone says he loves. Mothers, wives, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends – all say they love. But if you look at life in its collectivity, there is no love evident anywhere. If so many people are loving, the world ought to be showered with love; there ought to be flowers upon flowers of love all around, lamps of love ought to be burning everywhere. If there were a lamp of love shining in every home, how much light there would be in this world! But instead, we find a pervading atmosphere of hatred, of anger, of wars. There is not one single ray of love to be found anywhere...!!!

Confused journey of a Writer

Sumtime back i had written dis line "Life z Too short to be Confuse..."Surely the reader thinks the 1 who has written dis Know All abt Wht he Want frm life...maybe he has achieved Every thing he Wants...dat kinda pples R very rarely Found...but now A days i m dat same person writing dis...Dat i Didnt Know wht i want frm Life...i m always Confused Abt everything...career,relationship,Even my own Words...Did i achieve Anything In my Life...may be or may be not...Writer himself z Confused Abt there Own Ending...But i thing i surely achieved z the experience and the moment of confusion frm my life...So dont get stress wen u have confusion...1 thing u ll surely achieve frm life...Caz life z here 2 give u everything he had...life have lot 2 give u...everyday sumthing new sumthing more surprising...so always wake up with smile And thank life for Dat beautiful new day...!!!

"Keepsake of memories" A true gift to life...

We don't remember days, we remember moments, the richness of life in memories we have forgotten or some still remembered. Memories makes us laugh, they makes us cry and when we are alone they arise in front of us as a crowd. Memories are bitter enough that we want to erase them from our life and sum memories are sweet enough that makes us live life in any condition happily.How good or bad the incident looks in present,when they becomes memories they always looks beautiful and gives us strength to survive and achieve new heights in life. life always gives us something new and interesting but we never give something back and we can't even thinks about that. but i think memory is the best keepsake we will return back to life when we meet death.

When peoples are busy making money name and frame there is someone preserving memories to return back to life.he thinks a smile happens in a flash, but its fragrance can last a life time in our memory and whenever he recall that smile his fragrance still blossom his day. life is all about struggling for survive and he only need those memories not only for surviving in life but those memories become his strength.We cannot change our memories but we can change their meaning and power they had on us.

Life is a mystery unsolved

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Zindagi!

Kya hai Zindagi.

Shayaad ek pehali.

Pehali!

Pehali bhi aysi jisme kyi sawal.

Kya hai khushi? Kiyo hota hai gum, kiyo kabhi dil bewajah udass ho jata hai,

Kiyo ye kuch karana bina mushkurta hai.kiyo hashate hai aansu gum me bhi,

Kiyo chalak padate hai khushi me bhi.

Kya hai kismat? Kiyo hum aksar kismat ko kosate raheti hai, Kya takkadir hatho ke lakiro ke mohotaj hai.

Zindagi ke pehali ko hum jitana bhi shulzane jate hai wo utani he ulaza jati hai.

Zindagi bar hum zindagi ko dundate raheti hai aur aakhir me milti hai Maut! Jane kya kahati hai, Jane kya jawab milta hai hume ke hum zindagi ka damaan chodakae maut ke panaha me aa jate hai.

Kya hum har jate hai maut se? Ya hum thak jate hai intezar kar ke.

Kabhi-kabhi ek umar beet jati hai jawab dundane me, aur kabhi ek pal me sare jawab bhikhar jate hai.

May bhi nikal pada zindagi ke safar me kyi aankhake sawalo ke jawab dundane.Na jane waqt kis muqaam par lakar kada karta hai.bus intezar srif ush pal ka hai.

With an arrow thru my heart, cupid killed me

With a heartless soul, me, i will never be
All the drama, all the pain
All the love i gave, all in vain
A thought so beautiful, so pure
& all i wanted was some more
Tonight love died a gruesome death
Cupid had lost his many a bet
It left me standing all alone
And body, heart and soul, all in a moan
If this is love, keep me away from it
Coz its killing me from inside bit by bit
Its taken my life and my peace
Love is a big big disease

& the other side of the story: as told my a friend

A disease maybe - but with better effects
enjoy love despite it's occassional defects... Read More
the pain maybe too much today
hey, it'll still be too much tomorrow ;)
and for a while it is hard to handle
until yer last breath when u drown in sorrow
and then u change, u wisen, u grow,
and the strength through the pain begins to show
Love u will again, loved u shall be
Love yourself first - that is the key ;)

Pain pain everywhere...!!!

The most beautiful things in this world r unseen by the naked eyes its only felt by the heart.
Read this line sum where And i think that true...

One fine day i went to the hospital to meet my friend she was a doctor there.
While waiting for her i just rooming round the hospital.There i saw a lady in pain.I thought she was on her labor.she is going to give birth to a child.I m thinking about pain, how could she bear all this.She was alone their taking all this pain for sum1 to give the life, she was taking all this.I couldn't see all that i just went their and asked her how r feeling?why r u doing all this to u?why r u taking all this pain?

She looked at me and thinking such an idiot asking stupid question who r u?why r u asking such questions to me?.

She didn't replied me just an expression and then a smile.

what an smile she give me i couldn't see that kinda a smile in my whole life.That was beautiful.I don't have words to explain.I couldn't believe her she was in pain and smiling.how could any1 smile on that kinda pain.

Is that something beautiful ? How could she give me such a beautiful smile.How could she?
I m thinking and thinking all the day.

Is she loving all that? Is pain beautiful?

Suddenly a voice came within from me.giving the answer YES she was loving all this.YES pain is beautiful.

Pain is the most beautiful thing in this world.You cant see that, u can only feel the pain.she was feeling it.she was in heaven when she feels that pain.she was feeling like a god at that time.when the first voice of crying baby poke out on her ears, tears came out from her eyes.That was not just tears that was happiness which was coming out from her eye.

But why r we so afraid of it. why we always avoid pain.

Pain pain everywhere,
I can feel that,

don't see that as a pain,
pain get hurts when u see that as a pain.

pain is beautiful,
some times pain is sweet
some time pain is better,
some time pain is happiness,
some time pain is in tears.
some times pain is in love,
some times pain is in friendship.

happiness change, time change,relation change,even the taste change,
but pain is always pain ,
it remain the same,
see its beauty,feel its taste
u cant avoid the pain.

Pain pain every where,
feel it taste it...
see the beauty of pain...

Toote Hue Khawabon Mein Haqiqat Dhundta Hoon,
Pathar Ke Dilon Mein Mohabbat Dhundta Hoon.

Naadan Hoon Mein Abb Tak Yeh Bhi Nahin Samjha,
Bejaan Buton Mein Ibaadat Dhundta Hoon.

Mere Jazbaaton Ki Keemat Yahan Kuch Bhi Nahin,
Beimaani Ke Baazaron Mein Sharafat Dhundta Hoon.

Is Ajnabi Dunia Mein Koi Bhi Apna Nahin.
Gairon Ki Aankhon Mein Apni Surat Dhundta Hoon.

Umeed Ki Thi Pyar Ki Bas Yehi Bhool Thi Meri "Khush",
Girte Hue Ashkon Mein Apni Hasrat Dhundta Hoon...