shayari:khoobsurat khwaab

Pata nahi ki ye pyar hain ya chahat hain, dil keh raha hain tumhari jarurat hain.
Ehsaas ki tum mere saath ho , hakikat nahi, ek khwaab khoobsurat hain!

gazal:kyun yaad phir koe baat nahi

Kabhi kabhi ye khayal aata hain, Ki tum ajnabee to nahi
Dil kehta hain ki tumhe janta hain, kyun yaad phir koe baat nahi

har meri cheeze ye ehsaas dilati hain, ki tum ho yahin kahin
Dil ne tumhe socha na ho, gayi aisi koe raat nahi
Dil kehta hain ki tumhe janta hain, kyun yaad phir koe baat nahi

Seekhaya tha tumne mushkilon main bhi muskurana mujhe
Meri Jindagi main tum se behtar aaya koe saath nahi
Dil kehta hain ki tumhe janta hain, kyun yaad phir koe baat nahi

Tumhare chehre pe barish ki wo boonde, madhosh kardeti thi
Tum na ho saath agar, to savan main bhi barsaat nahi
Dil kehta hain ki tumhe janta hain, kyun yaad phir koe baat nahi

Pyar agar ek baar hi hota hain to wo tum se kar liya maine
thaam sakun jise main, tumhare siwa koe haath nahi
Dil kehta hain ki tumhe janta hain, kyun yaad phir koe baat nahi
Kabhi kabhi ye khayal aata hain, Ki tum ajnabee to nahi

Do you pray to god for happiness?

I have always seen people praying to god and asking for only one thing:Happiness. All they want is to be happy. They believe that asking for just one thing, which comprises of the thousand things they need, is a better and short-cut option. Somehow I dont think so. I think one doesnt know what all one wants and to avoid the arduous task of finding out what will make him happy, he asks the god to make him happy.
I feel that being happy is like flying in the air. I am sure most of us would have felt that. Asking for happiness is asking for a ride in air. So long as you pray, you fly. The moment you stop, you fall. You are not flying because you know flying, you are flying because you had asked for it. Think if you would have asked for learning the art to fly. Think if you would have asked for stamina to fly, think if you would have asked for the time to fly, think if you would have asked for the company to fly with. Think dude think.
Think that instead of asking for making you happy, you would have asked for thorough knowledge, for good friends, for higher IQ, for better communication skills, etc., and created the happiness yourself. Noone can steal knowledge from you. Sounds like cliche, right? But it is true. Noone can unlearn the art you have learnt.
The great soldiers never pray to god to win the war, they pray, "god make me fast and accurate". How long you can enjoy the happiness which is not your hard earned.

'God help those who help themselves', is like giving alms to those who earn.
Is God useless?

I like to write.
but most of the times i dont know what to write about.

My idea of a perfect first date:
I am sitting with my date, a gorgeous girl, in a roof top resturant with Champagne sparkling on the table and Stars in the sky. A melodious light music is going on in background and we are staring at each other. There is absolutely no one around and the music is shinning on the dull background of silience.
She seems to be very impressed with my sense of humor. My talks are fueling her giggles. My ideas are bringing her closer to me and her heart fall for me. My innocence, candidness and creativity is hypnotizing her. And her smile inspiring me.
She leans towards me. Her lips are just a centimeter away from my face. Her left hand is sensing the silkiness of my hair, her right hand is feeling the softness of my left palm. She is coming closer to my face and i fart. Suddenly the music becomes inaudible and the sound of my fart is reverberating throughout the city. The ejection of the gas ejected out my vocabulary. My face is emitting thousands of wierd expressions one by one in no particular order. My immaculate control over my words, my gestures and my mind is robbed. The centimeter transforms into a mile. Her motive behind coming close is lost and her feelings are stolen. She rubbs my hand with her and sits back. The empty space in the universe seemed tinier than the one in my mind.
The lessons of my childhood became vivid. "Always apologise if you do something wrong". I pulled myself together and thought of saying the most used word in the world. Sorry. My one hand was holding the fork, the other touching the rim of the bottom of the champagne class and face facing the table. I borrowed some courage from God, looked up in slow motion, holded my breath, opened my mouth to utter the word and she farted.

When god gives, He gives limitless.
I asked for a date with solitude, He married me with her!

Many times i am asked, "do you believe in God"?
Well i absolutely dont mind believing in anybody. But the story is little different.
I need to have alot of 'believe' in myself first. A lot in my family. And lots and lots of believe in my great friends. And then if some believe is left i can believe in God. But matter of fact is everything is limited. And i cannot compromise anywhere (not for myself, family- no way and friends- not at all) to save some 'believe' for someone i have never seen and never met.
I am not an atheist. Am i?

When i sleep i wake up, when i wake up i sleep,
I love her she loves me back, tis aint a dream.