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koi mosam tau aisaa ho kay jub bichRay hoowooN kee yaad kay jugnu chamak kho daiN kissi kay hij'r maiN ronay saY pahlay hee meri aaNkhaiN kabhi so daiN
koi mosam tau aisaa ho kay jub sub phool ulfat kay kissi unmiT mohabbat kay miray dil maiN khilaiN, per unn maiN woh khushbu na ho baaqi woh khushbu jo tumharay qurb say mehsoos hotee thee
koi mosam tau aisaa ho kay dil kay zakh'm bhar jaayeN agar aisaa naheeN hotaa tau phir kitnaa hi acha ho kay saari KhuwaahishaiN dil kee woh saaray khwaab aur armaan youN hee ghuT ghuT kay mar jaayeN mujhay azaad ker jaayeN
koi mosam tau aisaa ho kay jo mosam tumhaari yaad ka mosam na ho!!!!!!!
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sitaro se aage kaha koi neha tumhi ho tumhi ho tumhi tumho neha lagta nahi dil kahi ab hamara dil me samai ho tum jabse neha mai din raat khoyaa hi rahta tumhi me khayalo me dhdkan me sanso me neha baharo me neha fazao me neha khilaye gulo ko wo shabnam ho neha nahi aam shay tum ho pariyo ki raani jo dil ko suku de khushi wo ho neha mujhe tum bhi chaho yeh galti n karna mai hoo musalma tum hindu ho neha tumhe bhool paana hai mushkil bahot ab n karna kabhi tum mujhe yaad neha hamara hai kyaa gham to kismat hai meri jamane ki khushiyaa mile tumko neha use chahna bas jise paa sako tum ( sharif ) ne kiyaa jo woh tum n karna
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jab bhi gagan se aati hai barsaat ki neha pazeb khankhanati hai barsat ki neha phoolo ke hoott choom kar kaliyo se pyaar kar kuch aur sawar jaati hai barsat ki neha hai jhoom jhoom jati darakhto ki tahniya kuch aise gungunati hai barsat ki neha saki tu apna sagar o meena sambhal rakh rimjhim ki mai pilati hai barsaat ki neha deepawali si aaj hai phoolo ke desh me patto pe jagmagati hai barsat ki neha pahle bhi jalata tha hame aankh ka paani yeh aur bhi jalati hai barsat ki neha aziz hai ( sharif ) ki milti kabhi kabhi aankho me chlchalati hai barsat ki neha
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KYA KAROGE
Jab guzar jayegi Bahar to Kya Karoge Yaad ayega Mera Pyaar to Kya Karoge Satate ho aise jese Ajnabi hoon Mai Jab Roothega Tum se Yaar to Kya Karoge Apnaoge kisi aur ko Mujhay Tanha chorr kar Usay hoga na Tum se Pyaar tto Kya Karoge Aakhir Laut aaoge Tum Meri Raahon pe Phir milega na pehla Pyaar to Kya Karoge
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koi to hota main jis k dil ki kitab banti main jis ki chahat ke khawab bunti man hijr ke mosam ki lambi rato main YAD ban ke azab banti
koi to hota jo mari khueahish main uth ke rato ko khoob rota dukhon ki chadar labet kar hujoom-e-dunia se door hota main rooth jati manat mujko k chahay mara qasoor hota
koi to hota main jis ke itna qareeb hoti na paas koi raqeeb hota main tanha uska naseeb hote koi to hota
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Ager chaho to lot ana
Ager chaho to lot ana han agr chaho to lot ana k YAAD tumari ab k ansoo palko pay dangi pahra or dil ki dharkan bn k ahat qadmo k sath rahegi r drarwaza-e-dil pe hr ahat dastak dati rahegi mager dil hay k tumaray intzar main to ager chaho to lot ana k palko pe tharay ansoo ko rukhsati chahey k yeh pahray pe kharay kharay thak jaegay sakht or dil ki dharakan b than jaegi mager dil ki dharakan ko thanmay na dena k tham gae dil ki dharakan to khatam hojaega INTEZAR aur muje to karna hay tumara intezar to kahna hay yahi AGER CHAHO TO LOT ANA
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You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go out with other boys And don't tell me what to do Don't tell me what to say And please when I go out with you don't put me on display Cuz ... you don't own me Don't try to change me in any way You don't own me Don't try to cuz I'll never stay I don't tell you what to say I don't tell me what to do So just let me be myself That's all I ask of you I'm young and I love to be young I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way I want To say and do whatever I please... * * *
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kash to hota main jis k dil ki kitab banti main jis ki chahat ke khawab bunti man hijr ke mosam ki lambi rato main YAD ban ke azab banti
kash tu hota jo mari khueahish main uth ke rato ko khoob rota dukhon ki chadar labet kar hujoom-e-dunia se door hota main rooth jati manat mujko k chahay mara qasoor hota
kash tu hota main jis ke itna qareeb hoti na paas koi raqeeb hota main tanha uska naseeb hote
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BadShaH1 said:
kash to hota main jis k dil ki kitab banti main jis ki chahat ke khawab bunti man hijr ke mosam ki lambi rato main YAD ban ke azab banti
kash tu hota jo mari khueahish main uth ke rato ko khoob rota dukhon ki chadar labet kar hujoom-e-dunia se door hota main rooth jati manat mujko k chahay mara qasoor hota
kash tu hota main jis ke itna qareeb hoti na paas koi raqeeb hota main tanha uska naseeb hote
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[Ah, God, the way your little finger moved]
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved As you thrust a bare arm backward And made play with your hair And a comb a silly gilt comb Ah, God—that I should suffer Because of the way a little finger moved
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[Dear, I to thee this diamond commend]
Dear, I to thee this diamond commend, In which a model of thyself I send. How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth, So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth. The touch will try this ring of purest gold, My touch tries thee, as pure though softer mold. That metal precious is, the stone is true, As true, and then how much more precious you. The gem is clear, and hath nor needs no foil, Thy face, nay more, thy fame is free from soil. You'll deem this dear, because from me you have it, I deem your faith more dear, because you gave it. This pointed diamond cuts glass and steel, Your love's like force in my firm heart I feel. But this, as all things else, time wastes with wearing, Where you my jewels multiply with bearing.
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[My lady's presence makes the roses red]
My lady's presence makes the roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame. The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became, And her white hands in them this envy bred. The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same. The violet of purple colour came. Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed. In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take; From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed; The living heat which her eyebeams doth make Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed. The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers, Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize! For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise. Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name; Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.
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Eugene Field
A Valentine to My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You'll find the love I've often spoken— The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest, But in these words (though awkward—very) The genuine article's expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender, Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine, As when, a callow youth and slender, I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting? What though the years of youth be flown? I'll mock old Tempus with repeating, "I love my love and her alone!"
And when I fall before his reaping, And when my stuttering speech is dumb, Think not my love is dead or sleeping, But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token, And if there speaks in any line The sentiment I'd fain have spoken, Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
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At Last
At last, when all the summer shine That warmed life's early hours is past, Your loving fingers seek for mine And hold them close—at last—at last! Not oft the robin comes to build Its nest upon the leafless bough By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,— But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow And furrows on my cheek, in truth,— The marks where Time's remorseless plough Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,— Though fled is every girlish grace Might win or hold a lover's vow, Despite my sad and faded face, And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow,— Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it always now!
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Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody; Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea, Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie; Over the streamlet vapors are borne, Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea; Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
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Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors; No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
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Damelus' Song to Diaphenia
Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly, White as the sun, fair as the lily, Heigh ho, how I do love thee! I do love thee as my lambs Are belovëd of their dams— How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me!
Diaphenia, like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets incloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power, For, dead, thy breath to life might move me.
Diaphenia, like to all things blessed, When all thy praises are expressëd, Dear joy, how I do love thee! As the birds do love the spring, Or the bees their careful king,— Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me
