The Living Words...

Few words which always make me confuse....

Destiny , Death , Life , Happiness , sorrow , Good , Bad , Truth , False ,Freedom....

One word which always make me to feel good...

Love

One word which give me solution to all of my confusion..

God

In Life ..There are always SOMETHING's which can never be explained.....
I don't know weather it is my good luck or bad luck , but i always come across those things...

Life Or Death ...

Is the DEATH end of LIFE...
Or , Is it the birth of new LIFE ???
Or , Is it the LIFE itself ???

What we did , we got & we will loss after DEATH...
Or , Is it that we will get DEATH for what we did , & we got in LIFE ??

Is the birth of new LIFE is the cause of past LIFE..??
Or , Is it really destine to take the new LIFE ...

If DEATH is destine ..
Then what matters ..
If one does something & other does nothing...

If DEATH is the LIFE itself..
Then What really is the destiny ???
Who are we and why are we....???

Hazaron khwahishen aisi ki har khwahish pe dum nikle,Bahot nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle.

A nice poem from someone else .. but you will feel like yours... :)

Kaun hai wo jisse milne ko hum taraste hain

Kiske liye in aankhon se aansu baraste hain

Kiske ek deedar se hum phooloon sa khilte hain

Kaun hai wo jisse hum her raat khawaaboon main milte hain

Kaun hai wo jo her raste ki manjil hai

Kiski tamanna main pal-pal dharakta ye dil hai

Kaun hai wo jiska hum her pal intjaar karte hai

Kiska hum her roshan chaand main deedar karte hain

Kaun hai wo jo hamari her baat main dikhta hai

Kiska aksh hamain sari kayanat main dikhta hai

Kaun hai wo jo na chah kar bhi khawaaboon main aata hai

Kisko hum apni paak ebadadat kahte hai

Kaun hai wo jiski humain bewafai bhi manjoor hai

Kiske liye hamain jahaan se ruswai bhi manjoor hai

Kaun hai jo paraya ho kar bhi apna hai

Wo kooie aur nahi sirf mera ek SAPNA hai.

Philosphy is good in paper but what matters is how u behave with others in reality.Words have strong power in it.Either good or bad it affects on mind at a speed greater that of light.To make a smile on someones face is not so easy but it cab be possible by few good words.But to feel someone is almost impossible.To Love is easy , to feel is not so .You can love your beloved/lover in your own way only no matters how happy she/he is..You cant feel her in the way she feels to u and same in reverse.Words cannot explain it.Silence speaks a lot but when it needs to explain feeling has already gone.There is always gap between any two.I love this sentence ....
" U are more myself than me "
But still there is gap between U and me.Cant this gap be erased ??????????

At some pont of time in the past ..i found myself alone...i thought it is not a good feeling ..then i looked back and found everyone alone...now i understood... this is life...."whatever be the situation mans are always alone".................


but i need this....
" muijh mein bas jao ya khud mein mujhe basa lo ...kuch karo aisa aur mujhse mera main (myself) mita do "
....I love myself more than anything in my life .....
...But still I dont want to remain as I....I want to kill myself.... :) ... I dont now how...but I know ...the point where every philoshphy ends..i.e....Love ..can make this true...it can kill a man in many way ....but i would like to be killed in this way...