May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Barishon k mosam me, Usay yaad karne ki, Aadtein purani hain, Ab ki bar socha tha, Aadtein badal dalein Phr khyal aya k, Aadtein badalne se Barishein nahi rukti...........
Itni Shidat Se To Barsaat Be Kam Kam Barsay
Jis Traha Ankh Teri Yaad Main Cham Cham Barsay
Minatien Kon Kary Aik Gharondy Ke Lye
Kah Do Baadal Se Barasta Hai To Jam Jam Barsay
~ Tum Bin ~
ek girti barish or ek khyaal uska ek phol gulab ka or ek jamal uska barish ki bonden jo yad dilati hain uski so hath dua me hain or honto pe swal uska.
I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.
