Poetry..

KUDRAT KE KARISHMON MAY AGER RAAT NA HOTI
TU KHUWABON MAY AP SAY MULAKAT NA HOTI
HAR MARZ KE WAJA YA DIL HE TO HA
YA DIL NA HOTA TU KOI BAT NA HOTI.

PARAKHNA MAT PARAKHNAY MAY KOI APNA NAI RAHTA
DEAAR TAQ AADMI MAY HUSN APNA NAI RAHTA
BADE LOGON SAY MILNAY MAY ZARA FASLA RAKHNA
JAHAN DARIYA SUMANDER SAY MILA DARIYA NAI RAHTA

Ya Rab! Gham e hijraa(n) main itna to kiya hota
Jo haath jigar pay hai woh dast e dua hota
Ik ishq ka gham aafat aur us pay yeh dil aafat
Ya Gham na diya hota ya dil na diya hota

Toot Jaate Hain Sabhi Rishte Magar
Dil Se Dil Ka Raabta Apni Jagah
Dil Ko Hai Tujh Se Na Milne Ka Yaqeen
Tujh Se Milne Ki Dua Apni Jagah..

StrawBerry...

A king went to his garden and discovered that his trees, bushes and flowers were dying. The Oak told him that was dying because it could not be as tall as the Pine. Turning to the Pine, found it fallen because could not give grapes as the Vine. And the Vine was dying because could not blossom as the Rose. The Rose cried because could not be as tall and solid as the Oak.

Then he found a plant, a Strawberry, blossoming and fresher than ever. The king asked it," How do you grow so healthy in the mist of this withered and somber garden?"

"I do not know. Perhaps it is because always I supposed that when you planted me, you wanted strawberries. If you would have wanted an Oak or a Rose, you had planted them. At that time I said to myself: "I will try to be Strawberry the best way I can."

Now it is your turn. You are here to contribute with our fragrance. Simply look at yourself. There are no possibilities you be another person. You could enjoy it and blossom with your own love for you, or you could wither in your own sentence...