Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Main

kabhi kabhi mere dil mein kayal aatha he.
ke jaise thujuko banaya gay he mere liye.......

tu ab se pehle sitaron mein bas rahi thi kabhi
tujhe zameen pe bulaya gaya hai mere liye

kabhi kabhi mere dil mein kayal aatha he
ke ye badan ye nigahein meri amaanat hai
ke ye badan ye nigahein meri amaanat hai
ye kesuon ki ghani chaon hai meri khaatir
ye hoth aur ye bahein meri amaanat hai

kabhi kabhi mere dil mein kayal aatha he
ke jaise bajti hai shehnaiyan si rahon mein
suhaag raat hai ghoonghat utha raha hun main
suhaag raat hai ghoonghat utha raha hun main
simat rahi hai tu sharma ke apni bahon mein
simat rahi hai tu sharma ke apni bahon mein

kabhi kabhi mere dil mein kayal aatha he
ke jaise tu mujhe chahegi mujhe umra bhar yu hi
uthegi meri taraf pyaar ki nazar yu hi
main jaanta hun ki tu gair hai magar yu hi
main jaanta hun ki tu gair hai magar yu hi

kabhi kabhi mere dil mein kayal aatha he

A Century of Einstein

Freedom

Heaven Of Freedom


“Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments by
narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the
depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches
its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
Has not lost its way into the
dreary sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by
Thee into ever widening thought
And action;
Into that heaven of freedom,
my father, let my country
Awake.”

-Rabindranath Tagore.

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Casabianca

by Felicia Hemans

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.

The flames rolled on–he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud–'say, Father, say
If yet my task is done?
'He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

'Speak, father!' once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!
'And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair.

And shouted but once more aloud,
'My father! must I stay?
'While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part–
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.