Kisi Par mar Jane Se Hoti Hain Mohabbat, Ishq Zinda Logon ke Bas Ka Nahi..
Kaun Kahata Hain Ki Ham Jhuth Nahi Bolate? Ek Baar Kairiyat To Puchh Ke Dekhiye..
Taklif Khud Ki Kam Ho Gayi, Jab Apano Se Ummid Kam Ho Gayi..
Kaise Kare Khud Ko Tere Pyaar Ke Kabil, Jab Ham Badalate Hain, Tum Sharten Badal Dete Ho.
Main Chup Hun Har Shab Umadati Barish Ko, Magar Ye Roz Gayi Baat Chhed Deti Hain..
Sahama-Sahama Dara Sa Rahata Hain, Jane Kyun Jee Bhara Sa Rahata Hain..
Ek Hi Khwaab Ne Sari Raat jagaya Hain. Main Ne Har karwat Sone Ki Koshish Ki..
Khushbu Jaise Log mile Afsaane Me, Ek purana Khat Mila Anjaane Me..
Jsi Ki Ankhon Me Kati Thi Sadiyan, Us Ne Sadiyaon Ki Judayi De Di..
Koi Khamosh Zakhm Lagati HAI, Zindagi Ek Nazm Lagati hain..
Aadatan Tum Ne Kar Diye Wade, Aadatan Ham Ne Etibaar Kiya..
Ye Kaisa Rishta Hua Ishq Me, Wafa Ka Bhala? Tamaam Umr Me Do-Char-Chh: Jile Nhai..
Gulzar Quotes Sad
Ham To Ab Yaad Bhi Nahi Karate, Aap Ko Hichakiyan Lag Kaise Lagi?
Din Kuchh Ese Guzarata Hain Koi, Jaise Ehasaaan Utarata Hain Koi..
Royi Hain Kisi Chhat Pe, Akeli Hi Me Ghutkat, Utari Jo Labon Par To Wo Namkin Thi Barish..
Dil Agar Hain To Dard Bhi Hoga, Isaka Shayad Koi Hal NAHI Hoga..
Kabhi To Cauk Ke Dekhe Koi Hamari Taraf, Kisi Ki Ankhon Me Hamako Bhi Ko Intzaar Dikhe..
Tere JANE Se To Kuchh Badala Nahi, Raat Bhi Aayi Chand Bhi Tha, Magar Neend Nahi…
Wo Chiz Jise Dil Kahate Hain, Ham Bhul Gaye Hain Rakh Ke Kahi….
Shayar Bananaa Bahuta Aasaan Hain, Bas Ek Adhuri Mohabbat Ki Mukammal Degree Chahiye..
Kuchh Baate Tab Tak Samajh Me Nahi Aati, Jab Tak Khud Par Naa Guzare..
Kuchh To Zakhmo Ki Umr Nahi Hoti Hain, Taumr Sath Chalate Hain, Zismon Ke Khak Hone Tak..
Behisaab Hasarate Na Paliye, Jo Mila Hain use Sambhaliye..
Shor Ki To Umr Hoti Hain, Khamoshi To Sadabhahaar Hoti hain..
Gulzar Quotes For WhatsApp
Milana To Bahut Kuchh Hain Is Zindagi Me, Bas Ham Ginati Usi Ki Karate Hain, Jo Hasil Na Ho Saka..
Main Har Raat Ki Khwahishon Ko Khud Se Pahale Sula Deta, Hun Magar Roz Subah Ye Mujhase Pahalae Jaag Jati Hain…
Aayina Dekh Kar Tasalli Huyi, Hamko Is Ghar Me Janata Hain Koi..
Waqt Rahata Nahi Kahi Tik Ke, Aadat Is Ki Adami Si Hain..
Zindagi Yun Hi Basar Tanha, Kafila Sath Aur Safar Tanha..
Ham Ne Aksar Tumhari Raahon Me Ruk Kar Apana Hi Intzaar Kiya..
Aap Ke Baad Har Ghadi Ham Ne, Aap Ke Sath Hi Guzari Hain..
Fir Wahi Laut Ke Jana Hoga, Yaar Ne Kaisi Rihayi Di Hain.
Kuchh Alag Karana Ho To, Bheed Se Hat Ke Chaliye, Bheed Sahas Deti Hain, Magar Pahachaan Chhin Leti Hain..
Achchi Kitabe Aur Achche Log Turnt Samajh Me Nahi Aate, Unhe Padhana Hota Hain..
Bahut Andar Tak Jala Deti Hain, Wo Shikayate Jo Bayan Nahi Hoti..
Maine Dabi Aawaz Me Puchh? Mohabbat Karane Lagi Ho? Nazare Jhuka Kar Wo Boli! Bahut…
Koi Puchh Raha Hain Mujhse Meri Zindagi Ki Kimat, Mujhe Yaad Aa Raha Hain Tera Halke Se Muskurana..
Main Diya Hun! Meri Dushamani To Sirf Andhere Se HAIN, Hawa To Bewajah Hi Mere Khilaf Hain..
Bigadail Hain Ye Yaade, Der Raat Tak Tahalane Nikalati Hain..
Suna Hain Kafi Padh Likh Gaye Hoo Tum, Kabhi Wo Bhi Padhon Jo Ham Kah Nahi Pate Hain..
Usane Kagaz Ki Kayi Kashtiyan Pani Utari Aur Ye Kah Kar Baha Di Ki Samundar Me Milenge..
Gulzar Quotes Love
Suicide is not all that easy a thing to do… to give up your life. What kind of pain compels people to do this? I don’t know what word to use in English… it’s horrifying that a human can be in this condition. What have they provided them with?
I have one little complaint with the younger generation. They always look at the present as very shrunken and defective. It’s no good. The older generation may live in its past, in nostalgia. The streets were small, then. The homes were small. Life itself was small. Society was small. Nothing was open like it is today. Today is much bigger.
I believe words should amaze or amuse. Only then will the listener want to understand the meaning of the song.
Human relations do not always rely on meeting each other in person every day. When we talk about relationships between people on either side of the border, just a few thousand miles can’t keep love from growing and blooming into a beautiful bonding.
You can’t always live in your dhun (own world)
When people meet me and call me by my real name, I don’t appreciate it. I feel as if they are boasting that they know my real name (Sampooran Singh Kalra).
They say he’s watching us from the heavens. If he doesn’t answer, I tell him in this poem that I’m going to pull this curtain of the sky and forget about him. It is a way of expressing my anguish, written when I felt helpless.
Everyday life is much more interesting to me than big, abstract theories. Through my poetry, I aim to reflect our times. I don’t want to dwell on the olden days, although it is a period I mention often.
The tune. That’s what stays in your mind. When the tune starts galloping, you need reins to hold on to it. The words become useful there. They are the reins that allow you to ride the horse.
You can’t progress unless you learn not only to receive criticism, but also invite criticism.
My father couldn’t understand what was the need for me to go away, if I just wanted to write. He used to tell me, “Kitaaban likhniya ne taa ghar bai ke likh le, par hatti te taan jaana payega (If you want to write books then do so sitting at home, but you have to go to the shop).” I was tickled to read that something like this had happened to Prime Minister Manmohan Singh, too. He was busy reading his books when his father asked him, “Majj da gataava othe rakh de (Go and keep the buffalo’s mixture there).” He was so immersed in reading that he didn’t hear his father. So his father said, with a note of exasperation, “Inaa ki padh raha hai tu, kaida pradhan mantri ban jaana hai? (Why are you studying so much, are you going to become the prime minister?)” This is what happens. Pata thode hi hota hai (nobody can foretell).
Poems of any length are inherently complete in themselves.
I usually write words on the meter of the tune. It could be the other way round, and the composer will write the tune based on my words and meter.
All I wanted was moment alone, to sit and weep.
I feel that India’s story is like walking up a spiral on a mountain. You walk and walk and then you turn and you can see the sky.
Your generation is very selfish. They don’t want India for its Ganga, but for their economic pride and self-respect. I’m hopeful because the chaos and crisis has reached a saturation point. This is our only chance. If it goes down a little bit more, then there is no scope. The youngsters have to realise that things are in their hands now.