... khalish ki na sahi par shor ki yaqeenan hui ab intehaa... multavii ho dhadkan toh shayad kaafir ko sakoon aaye...

... Khuda se kamm shikavaa, khud se zyada hoon bezaar...
... halaak ho ke bhi wafaat ko kyun rehta hoon be-qaraar...

I blame no goddess, not even my creator...
cursing surely only myself, I am the crater...
dying every moment in an eternal pain...
wonder why 'en I yet await to perish again...
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... it ain't the heart that beats me anymore; but that it beats...

Had read this during schooling... possibly a zillion years ago...

Haar ki Jeet...

By Sri Sudarshan, a writer well known for his short stories...

Here it goes...

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Baba Bharthi was a monk who used to live in a village temple serving the temple 'n the people in the village.

The only worldly possession he had, was his horse Heera, who was indeed a really fine mustang.

The horse was pretty famous in the neighboring areas 'n one fine day this beautiful animal was noticed by Khadag Singh, the infamous dacoit.

Absolutely smitten by the beauty of the horse, he desperately tries to buy him from Baba Bharthi. When Baba refuses to sell, he threatened Baba with dire consequences 'n leaves.

Few months later, Baba riding on his beloved Heera noticed a crippled guy on the road who seemed to have a lot of trouble walking. The crippled begged Baba for a ride into the village. Moved by the guy's plight Baba helped him onto the horse. As soon as he was firmly up on the horse, the crippled pushed Baba away. It turned out that the cripple was none other than Khadag Singh in disguise. He sternly told Baba that since he was in possession of the horse it belonged to him, also warning the Baba not to ever try searching for the horse.

Just as he was leaving, Baba told Khadag Singh that he may indeed have the horse but also requested him not to disclose this episode with anyone else lest people lose faith in the cripples 'n others in need 'n refused help citing this particular incident as an example.

Moved by this noble thought, Khadag Singh returned the horse back to Baba Bharthi.

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Ironically though, this moral stayed with an inane immoral, just as everything else, whatever am told, I read, see or experience, does too...

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... beshaq kaafir se yeh haar, Khuda ko thi naagavaar..
... chahat mein teri, karta tha tujhe uss se zyada pyaar..
... buttun ki ibaadat duniya chodh na de haqeeqat jaan...
... Khuda na tera zikr, zubaan pe ab aata hai meharban...
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... zillion years 'n yet I dared to remember the lesson... seriously, I need to get a life... what an absolute loser I am... but I surely am glad ya won...

same wishes as always for ya dudette... lambi umer ho, dukh word ka kabhi pata bhi na chale... ameen!

same curse for me... muqaddar ke sitam ko samajh ke muqaddas, yeh majnoon dhadkane... ek khandar pe pehra deti ab bhi muqarrar, jaise dastuur ho koi...

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... as long as JWBL/Absolut can make me believe it's an utopian world, I am game; the moment they fail me, I would certainly fail for the last time too...

... taufiiq kaho ya bekasii, badalti hawaon ne badla mahual hai...

... ranjish ko samajhiye apna aur mohabbat se keejiye haul hai...

... na shikavaa na shikaayat, na kissi aur se koi gilaa hai...

... ek farebi sawaal hoon main, mujhe yeh pata chala hai...

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