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Mai yaadon ka kissa kholoon to, kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain…. mai gujare pal ko sochoon to, kuchh dost ,bahut yaad aate hain…. ab jaane kaun see nagaree mein,_ aabaad hain jaakar muddat se….😔_ mai der raat tak jaagoon to ,. kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain….
kuchh baaten theen phoolon jaisee, kuchh lahaje khushaboo jaise the, mai shahar-e-chaman mein tahaloon to, kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain.
sabakee jindagee badal gayee,_ ek nae sire mein dhal gayee,_😔 kisee ko naukaree se phurasat nahee…_ kisee ko doston kee jarurat nahee. saare yaar gum ho gaye hain…_
”too” se “tum” aur “aap” ho gaye hai…. mai gujare pal ko sochoon . to, kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain , dheere dheere umr kat jaatee hai. jeevan yaadon kee pustak ban jaatee hai, kabhee kisee kee yaad bahut tadapaatee hai. aur kabhee yaadon ke sahaare zindagee kat jaatee hai . kinaaro pe saagar ke khajaane nahin aate, phir jeevan mein dost puraane nahin aate… jee lo in palon ko has ke dost.
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.
go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park bench. it could mean jail, it could mean derision, mockery, isolation. isolation is the gift, all the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. and you’ll do it despite rejection and the worst odds and it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
if you’re going to try, go all the way. there is no other feeling like that. you will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire.
do it, do it, do it. do it.
all the way all the way.
you will ride life straight to perfect laughter, its the only good fight there is.
From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
After a long time I read again these lines of dale wimbrow and it fill up again bulky thought in my mind. I love this poem because it is realistic. May be you have read it before like me but read it for once more, and not only question to self but also answer to self. And I hope you would really like it too.
When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day Just go to the mirror and look at yourself And see what that man has to say.
For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife Whose judgment upon you must pass The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life Is the one staring back from the glass. He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest For he’s with you, clear to the end And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years And get pats on the back as you pass But your final reward will be heartache and tears If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.