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I had this great day at work.. listening to Nusrat and Mehdi Hasan and it was a wonderful experience. I had this chance to copy some amazing pieces.
Finally Led Zep gets what it deserves many times over. And finally something I copied over from someone. it's good and it's repeatable.
I have no idea where this is from. But I stand for one thing. I always believe in the beauty of the thing. If a thing "feels" beautiful, then it must be beautiful. One cannot learn to see beauty. Everyone sees beauty in his own way. And when people complain about abstract art being "uselsss", I tend to agree with them.

Zinda rahe to fir milenge,
haal-e-dil tumse fir kahenge,
aur karenge umeed,
ki kabhi kisi udaas shaam me,
tumhaari aankhon se ek aanson humaare naam ka bhi bahega.

Zinda rahe to fir milenge,
haal-e-dil tumse fir kahenge,
aur karenge umeed,
ki kabhi kisi andheri raat me,
taaron ki us barat me ek chehra tumhe humaara bhi dikhega.

Zinda rahe to fir milenge,
haal-e-dil tumse fir kahenge,
aur karenge umeed,
ki chahe tum mujhe bhool bhi jao,
tumhaare dil me thoda sa dard humaare naam ka fir bhi rahega.

Zinda rahe to fir milenge,
haal-e-dil tumse fir kahenge,
aur karenge umeed,
ki yon to mahfil me ashraar bahut se pade jaayenge,
humaare dil ke chaalon per bhi koi to wah wah ker uthega.

Tu ek hansi khwaab ban ke reh jaa.

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