"In the end, what we regret most are the chances we never took."

  -Frasier Crane

"Never let the odds keep you from doing what you know in your heart you were meant to do."

-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Good shayari

Mita de apni hasti ko gar martaba chahiye,
ke dana khak me milkar gule gulzar hota hain.


Apni zameen, apna naya aasman paida kar,
Mangane se zindagi kab milti hai E dost,
Khud hi apna naya itihaas paida kar.


Nigaho mein manzil thi
gire aur gir kar sambhalte rahe
hawao ne bahut koshish ki
magar chirag aandhiyo mein bhi jalte rahe




saahil jo samajh le moujon ko
kya khouf use tufaano se
mar kar hi to jeena hai
jeena hai yeh sikh liya parvaano se



Manzil unhi ko milti hai
Jinke sapno me jaan hoti hai
Pankh se kuchh nahi hota
Hauslon se udaan hoti hai

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

-Maya Angelou

Invictus

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.

by William Ernest Henley

"कौन कहता है आसमा में छेद नहीं हो सकता,

एक पत्थर तो तबियत से उछालो यारों."

More powerful than the will to win is the courage to begin

-Duane Hart

Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton asked why.


- Bernard Baruch

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

-Oscar Wilde