Khamosiyaan....

That question is most of the persons i this entire Earth kindaa confusing too but yo know what guys Humans are free to do what they want, without this freedom there could be no morality. In such a case, no basis for what could be deemed as good or bad behavior in the eyes of a God because without freewill we would just be pre-programmed unable to change or alter what has already been laid out in front of us. There are only two things certain in each one of our lives, we live, and then we die, everything in between is up to the individual. Hard determinism only clouds the mind if we are enslaved to thinking we are free, then those who believe that they have no control over life are going through life making decisions based on what they perceive as pre-determined. To say we have a path set for us is to make us no more than a robot, and because robots cannot discuss topics intelligently and cannot act intelligently in situations proves that theory wrong. ...

wo kehti hai suno janaanh !!! Muhabbat Mom ka ghar hai, Tapish ye bad gumani ki, Kahiin Pighla na de isko...... Me kehta hun k jis dil me, Zara bhi bad gumani ho, Wahan kuch aur ho to ho,Muhabbat ho nahi sakti.... Wo Kehti hai sada aisay hi, Kiya tum mujh ko chaho gay? K me is main Kami bilkul,Gawara kar nahi sakti... Me kehta hun, Muhabbat Kiya hai Ye tum ne sikhaya hai, Mujhay tum se muhabbat k, Siwa kuch bhi nahi aata..... Wo kehti hai Judai se, Bohut darta hai mera dil, K khud ko tum se hat ker dekhna, Mumkin nahi hai ab... Me Kehta hun yahi khadshay, Bohat Mujhko satatay hain, Magar sach hai muhabbat me, Judayi sath chalti hai.. Wo kehti hai batao kiya, Mere Bin jee sako gay tum? Meri Batain meri yadain, Meri aankhen bhula do gay? Me Kehta hun, Kabhi is baat per socha nahi me ne, Agar ik pal ko bhi sochun, To sansain ruknay lagti hain... Wo kehti hai tumhain muhj se, Muhabbat is qadar kyun hai? K me ik aam see larki,...

Being pushed from this cloud of love When I close my eyes,hit the ground Though I keep falling faster than time Still crash to memories without sound Would have given up my life for you You vowed that you would never leave Yet here I am so cold and alone Your words of love I always believed No faith in God no trust in Love Still breathing as life has just begun Unleash sadness from my black heart Or am I past the point of no return Please come back to me my love Can't live on memories of yesterdays Needing your love back in my heart Praying you'll come back to stay Tired of drowning in my own tears Pictures of your face fading away Hope to come out of this midnight train With your hands in mine someday Waiting for you with open arms How could I ever leave you Always needed you here with me To our love I'll always be true........

  It is upon every evening when we go to sleep we find ourselfs looking to the past of today, we question ourselfs in our own actions, words and thoughts pondering where did we come up with them, every man and women has thoughts, feelings, desires, passion, lust, hate and remorse the greed that kills and the hunger that fights to feed itself, in a world corrupt with such things good and bad there must be a equilibrium in the place known as earth, where one might find this? Some say in Religion by the aid of god or by the help of some higher power in questioning him or praying to him for help or aid in the time of need, while i feel its a bit ignorant while a good believer in god and jesus christ myself, one cannot believe they will be there to save you for everything, pick yourself in your time of weakness if you so find yourself alone, remember who you are and pick up the tools or parts you need to keep going, life is a long journey, make good friends, and be w...

Mayonnaise Jar and the Beer When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar--and the beer. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured t...

I lost my voice When the heart was closed That surging waves In vain, echoed I lost my voice When the pen felt tired That greedy moss All around, piled I lost my voice When it failed to be heard When days became years And years blurred