MY THOUGHTS: LIFE

MY THOUGHTS: LIFE: When do you think is the first time you laughed after you were born, and when do you think is the last when you will laugh your heart out...

LIFE

When do you think is the first time you laughed after you were born, and when do you think is the last when you will laugh your heart out. You don’t know this neither I know it. So ultimately we all know is how much we can laugh and how much we can make others laugh so …why don’t just have it all ……rather than finding the right times and making plan for everything  . Just have this laughter anywhere you want. Don’t endorse yourself to time make time for yourself. Live it for yourself some day and you will know it how interesting life can be..!

What is that you want for yourself....”ek nayi zindagi”…forgetting about the one which you are holding in your hands .Wrong option dude “pehle isko to Jee lo”….Life can be anything from hell to heaven depends on your approach and aim in life.

Living is not the only end for some...For some existing and for some it’s just surviving. Everyone has one moment of truth where they realize that this was not what they wanted from their life or vice versa. 

Life is all about having the  loved ones around you . living with them , giving them unconditional love and support.  See yourself when you have everything  and see yourself when you don't have anything in life. Find out who can stay with you when you are alone and have nothing and  those who are around you when you have everything. Keep those  ones who were with you in all times good and bad nearer and wipe off the latter ones gradually.

because when you will be around half bald and weak and need support , the ones who were with you unconditionally will love you unconditionally and will keep up to you always. 

Kitni lambi hai zindagi meri mujhe usse koi matlab nhi 

Kitni raate aur kitne din kaate maine mujhe uski koi parvah nahi ..

agar meri galtiyon se tumhe shikwa hai mujhse to mujhe maaf kar dena , 

Kyunki mere dost tum mere saath nhi honge to  is baat se mujhe fark padega,

 meri paravah bhi na  karo tum,  par mujhe tumhare saath ka hamesha intzaar rahega.

Mujhe mili jab inayat khuda ki, mujhe mila zindagi ka tohfa, 

Khuda bhi ho utha ruasa jab maine nhi kiya iska koi fikra,,bas jiya bas jiya nhi kucch kiya.

Mere liye khuda maine tere liye. 

Jiya to par muskuraya nhi, jiya to par aasu ek bahaya nhi, mila jab firse kismat se tab pucha usne kyu 

ab kya chahte ho,

Maine kaha  bas itna chahata hu ...ek bar firse jina chahta hu.

Ek baar firse jina chahta hu.

Death be not proud.....

 Life always don't  always gives you a chance to know a person twice.It holds the most important moments to be break free and unplanned. Many people just come in to your life to create impact,but you take them randomly and keep building a contact to live long  with them ( or their memories)  unknowingly.

One day you were here and you gave me my new contact to be my brother standalone not real blood but with real love. I had found in you my friend, my brother and  above all a good human being.

You seemed to be such a irritating one when you teased me and made fun of me ...and above all I loved it when you played with me and I would always remember you playing with me and not irritating me.

You always loved to make people smile like the way you made me the clown to make me smile but I can never forget that spirit  you carried of carefree laughter and  fun.

But the moreover you have also given me the memories which I don't find musing and I never thought that you would go away suddenly and give me no chance to meet up.

May be you  don't wanted to kid me this time didn't seemed so much irritating and went away leaving a whole lot of memories only.

I miss you and not those memories.I have them all only them now with me. Truly missing you Bhavesh Bhai.... And death is not the one who can make people apart its the time who plays its role and  there we are helpless and emotionless ready to move on in life as soon as we fall.

MY THOUGHTS: Randoms.

MY THOUGHTS: Randoms.: NIGHT AND DREAMS. My dreams are a picture of my imagination. They give me my way to the possibilities,to hopes, to power to imagine...

Randoms.

NIGHT AND DREAMS.

My dreams are a picture of my imagination.
They give me my way to the possibilities,to hopes, to power to imagine good things not for me but for the whole life wherein I will be connected to some one or the other person  because the divine power who has held me will make me a part of his activities.A sign of his presence in me.

Last night was one such experience when I saw a rag picker collecting rags and working so much hard all day ,even night to earn his living.It inspires me more to express my thoughts to work more and more so that I can match up at least half of it.Many of us think that its people educated and sophisticated enough who work all night to make some incredible achievements but , A rag picker also works all night my dear ... in order to collect the most possible  rag things he can and visit all the areas as much as he can.My God what a creation in this world!....Can we understand how much we know about the rag picker because he is almost working for our betterment....and yes many of us will say that ...no this is his earning.Or may be his profession.
How much professional is he them to work all night and from where has he learnt this professionalism . Its the God who appeals him to work more, to achieve more.
And I pray God...If you would have created a anything like a rag picker to clean up the rags and dust inside the minds and hearts of individuals then it would have been the greatest help.