Weird, very weird

Weirdo 1:

zakhm to gavaraa the par
namak lagana mashare ki fitrat jaan aati hai
itni sookhi chotein hai shareer pe ab toh
ki jild bhi hamari zarah-baqtar hui jaati hai

Weirdo 2:

zakhm sirf tumne nahin uthaaye,
ye aadmi ki fidrat mein hain

jab nahin dikhte hain badan par
to aadmi laga leta hai dhoond kar

Weirdo 1 comes back:

mana ki zakhmon se bhi ho jati hai mohabbat insaan ko
itna toh ilm-e-fitrat hai khud se khud par

zakhm uthana jism tak to waajib hai yaar mere
bigadta tab tak nahi jab tak zakhm lagte nahin rooh par

Weirdo 2's final salvo:

kamaal ki shayari karte hain aap!
hunar milta nahi hai har kisi ko yeh,
shabdon ke husn ka banta hai sirf rooh ke zakhmon se hisaab

Weirdo 1 finishes the game with a six over mid-on:

Yeh to aapki nazar-e-inayat hai,
nacheez ke zakhmon ki marham bann kaam aati hai,
warna duniya toh chot khayi mehfil hai,
jo ab bagair rooh-e-ehsaas ke kaam chalati hai

Weirdo 1 wins by an extra zakhm. Actually, match disqualified. Both weirdos lose.

Bulla Reloaded

This is a wallpaper of Rabbi and the Lyrics of his most famous song -

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Courtesy Sohail Mamdani

Hurt Lyrics

I want to meet the lyricist of this song. And I want to tell him how good he made me feel about myself, and more confident about my creative skills. How my childhood dream of becoming a scriptwriter in bollywood has gained flight once again on hearing his words of divine meaning...

Dillagi agar dekho, dil ki ek shararat hai

Dillagi agar socho, muskurati chahat hai

Dillagi agar chahe, pal mein dil ko behka de

Dillagi agar chahe, patharon ko pighla de

Dillagiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.... Dillagi { repeat n }

Sach to hai jo duniya mein, Dillagi nahin hoti

Zindagi mein koi bhi, dilkashi nahin hoti

from the movie Dillagi (You guessed it? Don't tell me...)

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways...
by William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!