Jitender kumar - what is the true????????

" WAQT NAHI "

Har khushi Hai Logon Ke Daman Mein,
Par Ek Hansi Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.

Din Raat Daudti Duniya Mein,
Zindagi Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Maa Ki Loree Ka Ehsaas To Hai,
Par Maa Ko Maa Kehne Ka Waqt Nahi.

Saare Rishton Ko To Hum Maar Chuke,
Ab Unhe Dafnane Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Gairon Ki Kya Baat Karen,
Jab Apno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Aankhon
Me Hai Neend Badee,
Par Sone Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.

Dil Hai Ghawon Se Bhara Hua,
Par Rone Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Paiso ki Daud Me Aise Daude,
Ki Thakne ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.

Paraye Ehsason Ki Kya Kadr Karein,
Jab Apne Sapno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.

Tu Hi Bata Ae Zindagi,
Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga,
Ki Har Pal Marne Walon Ko,
Jeene Ke Liye Bhi Waqt Nahi..

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Always remember that - Anger and Love have no limits...!

Friday, May 21, 2010 10:10:32 AM

While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 year old son picked stone and scratched lines on the side of car. In anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many times, not realising he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father...with painful eyes he asked "Dad when will my fingers grow back?" Man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to car and kicked it many times. Devastated by his own actions.. sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'. Next day that man committed suicide... Anger and Love have no limits...!Always remember that - Things are to be Used and People are to be Loved, but the problem in today's world is that, People are Used and Things are Loved....!

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Just a sweat poem by a lover....

Friday, May 21, 2010 2:21:41 AM

...Use sapne dekhna pasand h..muje sapane me wo.!
...Use barish pasand h..muje barish me wo.!
...Use hasana pasand h..muje hasti hue wo.!
...Use chup rhna ni pasand..muje bolti hue wo.!
...Use mai kabi b pasand nai aya..or muje pasand ai to sirf wo.!

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Fell the love.....

Friday, May 21, 2010 2:12:34 AM

How do I Love thee? Let me count the ways.
I Love thee to the depth and breadth and height...
My soul can reach, when felling out of sight,
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's,
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee puerly, as they turn form praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use,
In my old griefs, and with my chilhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath
smiler, tears, of all my ! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but thee better after death.
-by Elizabeth barrett browning (1806-1861)

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