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Song without words

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Flowers

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Lonliness

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Perfection and imperfection

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Wish to God

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Love and admiration

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Black Roses

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Khalil Giban's "soul and Love"

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Make not a bond of love...

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Mujh apne zabt pe naaz tha•••

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  Mujhe apne zabt pe naz tha sar-e-bazm raat ye kya hua  ••• IQBAL AZEEM   Mujhe apne zabt pe naaz thā sar-e-bazm raat ye kyā huā▪    Meri aañkh kaise chhalak ga.ī mujhe rañj hai ye burā huā  Merī zindagī ke charāġh kā ye mizāj koī nayā nahīñ ¤ Abhī raushnī abhī tīrgī na jalā huā na bujhā huā ¤ Mujhe jo bhī dushman-e-jāñ milā vahī puḳhta-kār-e-jafā milā ♡ Naa kisī kī zarb ġhalat padī na kisī kā tiir ḳhatā huā  Mujhe aap kyuuñ na samajh sake ye ḳhud apne dil hī se pūchhiye ¤ Merī dāstān-e-hayāt kā to varaq varaq hai khulā huā ¤ jo nazar bachā ke guzar gae mire sāmne se abhī abhī  ye mire hī shahr ke log the mire ghar se ghar hai milā huā  hameñ is kā koī bhī haq nahīñ ki sharīk-e-bazm-e-ḳhulūs hoñ  na hamāre paas naqāb hai na kuchh āstīñ meñ chhupā huā  Mujhe ik galī meñ paḌā huā kisī bad-nasīb kā ḳhat milā  kahīñ ḳhūn-e-dil se likhā huā kahīñ āñsuoñ se miTā huā ¤ mujhe ham-safar bhī milā koī to shikasta-hāl mirī tarah ¤¤¤ ...

Seeking beloved

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A visit from wisdom

  A Visit  from Wisdom  In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother And wiped away my tears, and said : "I have heard the cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it. Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light. Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth." And I said : "Who am I, Wisdom, and how came I to this frightening place? What manner of things Are these mighty hopes and these many books andStrange patterns ? What are these thoughts that pass as doves in flight? And these words composed by Desire and sung by delight, what are they? What areThese conclusions, grievous and joyous, that embrace My spirit and envelop my heart? And thoseEyes which look at me seeing into my depths andFleeing from my sorrows ? And those voices mourning My days and chanting my littleness, what are they ? "What is this youth that plays with my desiresAnd mocks at my longings, forgetful of yesterday'sDeed...

Happiness

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Coffee