Lag raha hai bhut jhuthi kasme khayi hai tumne meri
Din br din meri tabiyat kharab hoti ja rahi hai ЁЯНВ
рд▓рдЧ рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣реИ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдЭреВрдареА рдХрд╕рдореЗрдВ рдЦрд╛рдИ рд╣реИ рддреБрдордиреЗ рдореЗрд░реА
рджрд┐рди рдкрд░ рджрд┐рди рдореЗрд░реА рддрдмрд┐рдпрдд рдЦрд░рд╛рдм рд╣реЛрддреА рдЬрд╛ рд░рд╣реА рд╣реИ ЁЯНВ
Money never made a man happy yet, nor will it. The more a man has, the more he wants. Instead of filling a vacuum, it makes one.
–Benjamin Franklin
Najane khudse khud hi q Hai khafa
Jeene Ki umeede chod di kitni dafa
Apne sb ho rhe yaha bewafa
Maut se v yeh guzarish Ah jaa tu ek dafa
Raate kitne kaat te khayalaato me
Dekhte bin┬а soye┬а sapne hum kitne
Chot itne she Hai ab tak Ki she Ni honge kisi ne v utne
Har gum ko dabalete U Ki koi gum hi Ni
Zinda toh h fir v lgta khud me zinda toh hum v ni
Hai yeh Jahan or Apne saare
Fir v hum toh U baithe haare┬а haare
Bdi khubsurat h Teri Kripa
Uparwale waah re
