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Saturday, November 8, 2008

*** BEHTEY HOYE AANSOO ***

$ *-*-*-*-* FOR YOU *-*-*-*-* $*

*behte hoye aansoo tera saath maangte hai*

*meri ye khali bahe tera haath maangte hai*

*gamo ke saaye kidher hum jaye*

*kaisi hai ye tanhayi jo mehfil main sataye*

*mere khamosh arman teri mulaqaat maangte hai*

*behte hoye aansoo tera saath maangte hai*

*aasma hai zamee hai dikhtey sabhi hai*

*jise dhonde aankhe wo sajan nahi hai*

*dil ki ye duwaye saath tere din raat maangte hai*

*akele hum jiye ja rahe hai *

*saas kaise liye jaa rahe hai*

*hayera zindagi ke sawal ye jine ki ejazat maangte hai*

-LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** My Friend ***

I'm so happy you are my friend

I thank God for you each day

You are only an e-mail away,

We are friends now until the end.

We may never meet down here

But at the Jordan river we will share.

You are truly one of a kind,

When I talk to God, you're on my mind.

God knew I would need a special friend

I thank Him for sending you my way.

Just know that I love you dearly,

I pray God's love in your heart to stay.

You make my days happy and bright

Sending e-mail across the miles

You always know just what to say,

Your kind words make me smile.

I find strength in good days and bad

And when the clouds are hanging low,

God says, hold on a little longer child,

I'm sending trials to help you grow.

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** MAAF KARNA LAAZMI THA ***

$ *-*-*-*-* FOR YOU *-*-*-*-* $*

*Gustakhiya woh yuh karte rahe par*

*Hamhara unhe maaf karna laazmi tha*

*Pyar tha unse, Har tarah unhe apnana laazmi tha*

*Woh jo na samjhe is baat ko...*

*Unka humhein tukrana laazmi tha*

*Dil ki baat dimag jo na samjha*

*Raasto ka alag hona laazmi tha*

*Par har baat har rishte se...*

*ziyada chaha tha unko,*

*Dil ka hamhara Toot jaana laazmi tha*

*Yeh dard ab jo haad se bad gaya...*

*To humhein unhe bhul jaana chaha...*

*Par humhare dil ke hatho yuh bebas hona*

*Unhe na bhula pana laazmi tha*

*Gustakiya woh you karte rahe par*

*Humhara unhe maaf karna laazmi tha *

*For You Productions*

-Ramu Garg

-LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** New Domain Names-Joke ***

Recently Gregory Nemitz and a handful of space enthusiasts proposed creating specialdomains, including ".luna" and ".moon," for Web sites based on the moon.

But why stop there? Here are some new proposed domains, and what you can expect from the sites in them…

".trek"--contains audio files of William Shatner

".bill"--Microsoft has bought this company

".love"--for people who would rather cuddle

".slow"--based in a distant country with no T3 lines

".geek"--assumes you know what all the acronyms mean

".404"--we stopped maintaining our servers in 1996

".y2k"--contains theories about the end of the world

".burn"--huge multimedia files will crash your computer

".*"--contains gossip about celebrity melt downs

".duh"--explains, in detail, stuff you already know

- LoveNismi ( Ansh Rav)

*** BARSON KE BAD DEKHA ***

Barson ke bad dekha, ik shakhs dil-ruba SA

Ab zehen mein nahi hai, per naam tha bhala SA

Abroo khinche khinche se, aankhein jhuki jhuki si

Batein ruki ruki si, lehja thaka thaka SA

Alfaz they ke jugnoo, awaaz ke safar mein

Ban jaye jangalon mein jis tarha raasta sa

Khuwabon me khuwab us ke, yadon me yad uski

Neendon mein ghul gaya ho jese ke rat-jaga sa

Pehle bhi log aaye kitne hi zindagi mein

Wo har tarha se lekin auron se tha juda sa

Agli muhabbaton ne wo naa muradiyan deen

Taza rafaqaton se dil tha dara dara sa

Kuch ye ke mudstone se ham bhi nahi they roye

Kuch zeher mein bujha tha ehbab ka dilasa

Hamne bhi usko dekha kal sham ittifaqan

Apna bhi haal hai ab logon Faraz ka sa


- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

7 Qualities of a Good Leader

7 Qualities of a Good Leader

1. A good head to be able to evaluate the quality of ideas and
Suggestions presented to him.

2. A good heart to be able to be compassionate and fair with the people.


3. A good spirit to be able to hear the voice of God. Some paths
God will lead you down don't make head and heart sense at the
Time.

4. A good eye to be able to see things other people cannot.

5. A good tongue to be able to communicate the vision to the
People and motivate them to follow.

6. A good hand to be able to do the things that need to be
done. Knowing the right way is not the same as doing it.

7. A good foot to set an example for the people. A minor flaw can outshine a major mission in the eyes of small minds.

Friday, November 7, 2008

*** If people slap you once, slap them twice! ***

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* Manasukkul irukkum varai magizhchi kooda sumaidhan...

Velipaduthum podhu vedhanai kooda sugamthan...

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(Even if its happiness if u dont express it,

it’s painful

and even sorrow if u expresses it,

u feels light)

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Sriram Savarkar

Hinduism is more a way of life than a method of worship.

Dharmo Rakshati Rakshithaha

If you protect Dharma, Dharma will in turn protect you.

Hindus, If people slap you once, slap them twice!

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** Grim reminder in Jaipur The Jaipur bomb blasts ***

That have taken at least sixty lives and

have left more than twice that number of innocent people

wounded is a dastardly and cowardly act of terrorism

that deserves universal condemnation.

Indeed,

the condemnations have begun pouring in from all quarters.

Yet, it has become obvious over the past few years,

mere condemnation has not deterred terrorists.

Over the past few years,

it is depressingly apparent that terrorists have

taken to bombing innocent civilians in crowded places

simply because it is easier to do so.

Jaipur

only reconfirms that there are sleeper cells

all over the country and they can be activated at will,

often for no clear reason.

Earlier,

when terrorism was confined to

Jammu and Kashmir in mid and late nineties,

local groups used to take the smaller actions

leaving the special groups from across the border

to plan the special terrorist actions.

These used to be invariably planned and

executed by infiltrators.

Once the job was done,

they would return to home base.

The throwing of sundry grenades

at Srinagar's Lal Chowk

would be sub-contracted to the locals,

lower down the pecking order.

That pattern has changed.

The Mumbai blasts,

the Bangalore and Hyderabad

outrages as well as the blasts in other parts

of the country have been professionally planned and executed,

and the suspicion is, with a fair bit of local help

in many instances, pointers that sleepers

are now spread far and wide.

In the thirteen major blasts

since August 2003 about 560 people

have perished and more than thrice that number have been wounded,

a testimony that terrorism is touching more

and more ordinary lives as never before,

and leaving an indelible mark in the process.

There is no doubt that the terrorists have

enough trained manpower and are present in

sufficient numbers across the length and breadth

of the country and they have the skills and knowledge

to carry out their nefarious and deplorable activities.

The point is no amount of political statements

expressing condemnations,

which we are now used to hearing,

although important,

are going to resolve the problem.

We have said this before and we say it again:

one way to neutralize these sleeper modules

is to give spine and teeth to local level intelligence

activities in the various states.

There is no substitute for this.

There is only a limit as to

what central intelligence can do or has done,

especially these past few years.

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

That have taken at least sixty lives and

have left more than twice that number of innocent people

wounded is a dastardly and cowardly act of terrorism

that deserves universal condemnation.

Indeed,

the condemnations have begun pouring in from all quarters.

Yet, it has become obvious over the past few years,

mere condemnation has not deterred terrorists.

Over the past few years,

it is depressingly apparent that terrorists have

taken to bombing innocent civilians in crowded places

simply because it is easier to do so.

Jaipur

only reconfirms that there are sleeper cells

all over the country and they can be activated at will,

often for no clear reason.

Earlier,

when terrorism was confined to

Jammu and Kashmir in mid and late nineties,

local groups used to take the smaller actions

leaving the special groups from across the border

to plan the special terrorist actions.

These used to be invariably planned and

executed by infiltrators.

Once the job was done,

they would return to home base.

The throwing of sundry grenades

at Srinagar's Lal Chowk

would be sub-contracted to the locals,

lower down the pecking order.

That pattern has changed.

The Mumbai blasts,

the Bangalore and Hyderabad

outrages as well as the blasts in other parts

of the country have been professionally planned and executed,

and the suspicion is, with a fair bit of local help

in many instances, pointers that sleepers

are now spread far and wide.

In the thirteen major blasts

since August 2003 about 560 people

have perished and more than thrice that number have been wounded,

a testimony that terrorism is touching more

and more ordinary lives as never before,

and leaving an indelible mark in the process.

There is no doubt that the terrorists have

enough trained manpower and are present in

sufficient numbers across the length and breadth

of the country and they have the skills and knowledge

to carry out their nefarious and deplorable activities.

The point is no amount of political statements

expressing condemnations,

which we are now used to hearing,

although important,

are going to resolve the problem.

We have said this before and we say it again:

one way to neutralize these sleeper modules

is to give spine and teeth to local level intelligence

activities in the various states.

There is no substitute for this.

There is only a limit as to

what central intelligence can do or has done,

especially these past few years.

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** BADA ACHA LAGA ***


**-*-* FOR YOU *-*-**

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aaj khud se hi baat karke bada acha laga

kisi ko apna majak banate hue dekhkar bada acha laga

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kisi ki yaadon ko seene se lagakar rakhna bada aasan hai

kisi ke dukh main aansu bahana bhi bada aasan hai

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par jab unhone hmare dukh main muskraya to bada acha laga

aaj khud se hi baat karke bada acha laga

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kisi ka haath pakadkar saath rah par to chal sakta hai har koi

kisi ki tanhae ko apna bhi maan sakta hai har koi

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par jab wo wada karke akela chod gaye to bada acha laga

aaj khud se hi baat karke bada acha laga

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kisi ko marte dekhkar begane bhi ho jaate hain apne

unko dekar payar aur apnapan dikhate hain sapne

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par jab wo taufe main de gaye maut to bada acha laga

aaj khud se hi baat karke bada acha laga

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kisi ki prem kahani ko heer ranja ki mohabbat kehna acha hai

kisi ki dil e mohabbat ko veer zaara ki kahani kehna acha hai

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par jab hamare payar ko diya bewafae ka naam to bada acha laga

aaj khud se hi baat karke bada acha laga

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- RAMU GARG

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** History Mystery ***

Have a history teacher explain this----- if they can.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

**Lincoln** was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'

Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford.'

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the kicker...

A week before Lincoln was shot; he was in Monroe, Maryland

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe. **

- Narpatanu

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** Ab itne arman lekar jaye kahan ***

God Exists or Not

This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen...

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.

As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.

They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:

"I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.

Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?

Would there be abandoned children?

If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.

I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.

The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long,

Stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.

He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:

"You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.

"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because

If they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed

Beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."

"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist!

That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help.

That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

If you think God exists, send this to other people---

If you think God does not exist, delete it!

BE BLESSED & BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS!!!!!!!

Ab itne arman lekar jaye kahan

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** A true Love Story ***

An amazing Love Story

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".

Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied. Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!

Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love. Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."

- Kulbhushan Chaudhary

- LoveNIsmi (Ansh Rav)

*** My heart is missing you...... ***

When you are gone

I feel so alone

I miss you dear

when you are not here

You make my day

Like when the sun shines in May

I need to see your smile

and I wish I could see it more then just once in a while

You are such delight

and add joy to my nights

I want you to know what you mean to me

and oh.. I hope that you can see

My heart is missing you

and I wonder... do you miss me to?

I hope that you do

because I know I miss you!!

I always hope you are ok, and nothing is wrong

When will I see you again.. oh I hope it won't be long!

I need to know that you care

and that no matter what you will always be there

Remember this is for you, my friend

and to you I will send

So keep it close to you heart

and if you do, we will never part.

My heart is missing you!!

I Miss You...

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** Another Set of My Creation ***

*Teri doli uthi Kisi aur ke dar (ghar/darwaze) ke liye toh,*

*Ek jaanaje ka pegaam tere dar par aayega,*

*Ruswa hogi mohabbat meri aur naam tera liya jayega,*

*Kahega aashiq zamana mujhe aur bewafa tujh he theraya jayega*

*Ho agar aasa kabhi, ke jaanaja uthe tere dar se mera toh*

*Pehchan lena mujhe nahi toh zamane se mohabbat ka naam uth jayega,*

*Charon aur virani si chayi hai,*

*Na tu hai na teri parchai hai,*

*Kyun tere bin maausi si chayi hai,*

*Ek baar aa ke deedar de de,*

*Is tadapte dil ko apna pyaar de de*

*Na phir chayagi yeh maausi na he teri yaad aayi,*

*Honge tum aur hum aur yeh maausi faana ho jayegi...*

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*Deewane hai unke naam ke,*

*Is baat se humhe inkaar nahi,*

*Kaise kahe hame unse pyaar nahi,*

*Kuch toh kasoor hai unki addaaon ka,*

*Hum akele hi toh gunehgar nahi*

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*Teri Doli uthi to ek janaza bhi zaroor jayega,*

*Teri mehndi ka raang mere khoon se hi aayega,*

*Yaad karoge hamari wafaoo ko tab,*

*Tadpogay tum bhi lekin us waqt haath mein tere kuch na aayega,*

*Yaad aayege woh pal jo saath bitaye they,*

*Kuch pal ke liye ansoo bhi teri ankhoo mein dastak de jayege*

*Yeh woh pal hoge jo zindagi bhar teri beewafa hone ke yaad dilayege*

*Yaad rakna logon jab jab kisi aashiq ke mehbooba ki doli uthai jayegi,*

*Jab jab is jaaha mein ek aashiq ka janaza bhi zaroor uthaya jayega,*

*Tabhi to us mehbooba ke haathoo mein mendhi ka raang aayega,*

*Jo us ki vidayi ka nahi us ke beewafi ki yaad dilayegi,*

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*Dil mein Baskar Dil jalate kyon ho,*

*Mujhse nafrat hai to mere khaboo mein aate kyon ho,*

*Nahi hai tumhe mera pyaar kabool to,*

*Pyaar ke shama mere dil mein jalate kyon ho*

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*Teri yaadon se door jana chahta hu,*

*Tujhe apni har saans se mitana chahta hu,*

*Mohabbat shabd se ab nafarat hai mujhe,*

*Is shabd ko duniyan se mita dena chahta hu,*

*Ab na raha yakin mujhe teri mohabbat par,*

*Is liye is duniyan se kudh ko mita dena chahta hu*

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*Tanhie mein bhi tera esshaas hai,*

*aaj bhi mere dil mein tere aane ki aas hai,*

*malum hai mujhe ki tu is jaha mein nahi*

*lekin tere na hote hue mujhe lagta hai ki tu mere aas pass hai,*

*mana ki chood gayi hai tu mujh is jaha mein aakela,*

*magar kahi na kahi tu bhi us duniya mein jaroor udass hai,*

*yaad to tujhe bhi aati hogi meri,*

*tab tanhie tujhe bhi esshas delati hogi mera*

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*Mat roko in ansoonyo ko, inhe beh jane do,*

*Jo chod gaye saath apna un ki yaad dilane do,*

*hogi nahi un se mulakat zindagi mein aab,*

*is hakkikat ko samjane do,*

*diya tha saath dene ka wada magar chod gaye rah mein,*

*is sachi ko mano aur in ansoonyo ko, inhe beh jane do,*

- Kulbhushan Chaudhary

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** HAMARI ADHOORI KAHANI ***


Saath Rooti Thi Mere Saath Hansa Karti Thi,

Wo Larki Jo Mere DiL Mei Basa Karti Thi.

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Meri Chahat Ki Talabgar Thi Is Darja Kay,

Wo Masjidon Pay Namazon Mei Duaa Karti Thi.

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Ek Lamhey Ka Bicharna Bhi Giran Tha Usko,

Rootey Huwe Mujhko Khud Se Juda Karti Thi.

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Mere Dil Mei Raha Karti Thi Dhadkan Ban Kar,

Or Saaye Ki Tarha Saath Raha Karti Thi.

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Rog Dil Ko Laga Bethi Anjaney Mei,

Meri Aaghosh Mei Marne Ki Duaa Karti Thi.

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Baat Qismat Ki Hai Sirf Juda Ho Gaey Hum,

Warna Wo Toh Mujhey Taqdeer Kaha Karti Thi..

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- Ramu Garg

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** પ્રેમ તો પ્રેમ છે. ***

પ્રેમ તો પ્રેમ છે.
શાને પૂછો એ કેમ છે.

ન ઘટે, ન ખૂટે.
બસ, સતત વહેતો રહે એમ છે.

ન કરે વાયદો, ન જુએ ફાયદો
વહેવારે એને ક્યાં બને એમ છે.

કારણ બતાવે એ તો નર્યો વ્હેમ છે.
બહાનાની જરૂર પ્રેમને કેમ છે.

- Kuldeep
- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

*** જોજો તો ખરા કેવી મલકાય છે. ***

નયનથી જો મળે નયન બે ઘડી,
દિલમાં કોઈના ઉતરાય છે.

આંખો જો હોય કોઈની દર્પણ સમી,
અંતરના બધાં ભેદ કળાય છે.

અંશ મળે જો આ નયનમાં પ્રેમ તણો,
કંઈક સરિતાના વ્હેણ રચાય છે.

જાત હશે જો એ કોઈ પરમ તણી,
વાત દરિયાની કરી છલકાય છે.

પામી જો એ સરિતા પંથ સાગર ભણી,
જોજો તો ખરા કેવી મલકાય છે.


- Kuldeep (Orkut)

- LoveNismi (Ansh Rav)

Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa

"Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
Yun To Main,Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata,,Meri Maa
Bheed Mein Yun Na Chodo Mujhe
Ghar Laut Ke Bhi Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Bhej Na Itna Door Mujkko Tu
Yaad Bhi Tujhko Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Kya Itna Bura Hoon Main Maa
Kya Itna Bura Meri Maa
Jab Bhi Kabhi Papa Mujhe
Jo Zor Se Jhoola Jhulate Hain Maa
Meri Nazar Dhoondhe Tujhe
Sochu Yahi Tu Aa Ke Thaamegi Maa"

-TarE JaMin PaR.