Chand .. Ae raat

Chand ..Ae raat k sehra mein bhatakte hue Chand
Jaa kahin aur chala ja, k ye basti tere kaabil he nahi

Ye vo basti hai, jahan raat k sannate mein izzat-o-nafz ko neelam kiya jata hai
Is jagah bikte hain insaan bhi, sikko ke aivaz
Is jagah pyaar ko badnaam kiya jata hai
Is jagah zulm-e-halaqat k siva kuch bhi nahi
Is jagah karb-e-aziyat k siva kuch bhi nahi

Is jagah muflis-o-nadar bilagte bacche, jin k kaano mein ladakpan se javan hone tak
kaarkhaano mein bhaari machino ki sada gunjti rehti hai, mamta bhari lori ki tarah

Chand ..Ae raat k sehra mein bhatakte hue Chand
Jaa kahin aur chala ja tu meri basti se



- Malegaon Ka Superman documentary

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Sit.. by Vikram Seth

Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile. 
You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead. 
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, 
and I'll Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead. 
The world is too opaque, distressing and profound. 
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day: 
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around, 
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

'If..' by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

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