Jaane Kis Ki Talash

Jaane kis ki talaash meri aankhon mein thi Aur ban k Musafir hum bhatakte raheJitna bhi hum chale utna he bich gaye raah mein faasle Khawab manzil the aur manzile khawab thiRassto se nikal te rahe raasteJaane kis waaste aur ban k musafir hum bhatak te rahe
Koi purani yaad mera rasta rooke mujh se kehti haiitni jalti dhoop mein yun kab tak ghoomo geAao chal k beete dino ki chaav mein baitheUss LAmhe ki baat kare ki jis mein koi phool khila thaUss Lamhe ki baat kare ki jis mein kisi awaaz ki chaandi khanak uthi thiUss lamhe ki baat kare ki jis mein kisi nazro k mooti barse the
Sach toh yeh hai k kasoor apna hai Chand ko chuune ki tammana ki aasama ko Jameen per maangaPhool chaha k pathar pe khileKaanto mein ki talaash khusboo kiAaarzoo ki k aag thandak deBarf mein dhoonte rahe garmi khawaab jo dekha Chaha sach ho jaaye iski humko saza toh milni he thiSach toh yeh hai k kasoor apna hai

About her

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, Hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell

bout thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee

About my life

My life? It isn’t easy to explain. It has not been
the rip-roaring spectacular I fancied it would be,
but neither have I burrowed around with the
gophers. I suppose it has most resembled a bluechip
stock: fairly stable, more ups than downs,
and gradually trending upward over time. A
good buy, a lucky buy, and I’ve learned that not
everyone can say this about his life. But do not be misled. I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough. The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow. I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I’ve chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Time, unfortunately, doesn’t make it easy to
stay on course. The path is straight as ever, but now it is strewn with the rocks and gravel

To some extent i deserve what i got in life

About My Love

For my Love I can only say the Following Lines:

O my Love is like a red red rose

thats newely sprung in june o my

love is like the melody thats sweetly

played in tune as fair she is my bonnie

lass so deep in love am i

and i will come back to her till all the seas

go dry my dear,till all the seas go dry my dear and the rocks melt with sun and i will love her still my dear till sand of life shall run And fair her well my only love and fair her well a while and i will come back to her though it were a thousand miles.

My book

hi again i am also a rookie author i like to write books and stories i have written a story titled "DEAD DREAMS" its about a college going guy who falls in love with her collegue without knowing any things the rest of the storie describes how he ultimately comes to a conclusion and what all happen sin those years . Do read it cause at some point of time you may feel thats its your story but i pray to go that it is not any ones story but still its a true story.

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