Who is the Eye of my eye?

By whose touch does the lily smile
And open its beauty – bud?
Whose moonlit beauty
Do I see in the lily?
Who is the Eye of my eye;
Who is the Heart of my heart?
Alas, then why do I not see Him,
His face of transcendental Beauty,
Even in my dreams?

I will for sure

...NO whatever it is India is the best. I often land up in ending these conversations in the similar manner. May be because am far away from my country rite now and I miss eveything of India..or is this is like that saying which goes like"you can take an Indian out of India but cannot take India out of an Indian". I get in to a really strong defensive mode when people talk about US or UK being better then India.

Yes I do agree thet they are far better then us....security, developed economy and good legal system ,I don't deny all that. Very recently I had a very heated conversation with two of my husband's friend over the same topic...for me they are like the all time "US bhaqt" I assume that they don't want to go back to their country and they don't love their family.
I feel proud in saying that I don't enjoy being here and one day I will be going back to India.
I am of a belief that I cannot blame anyone when I know that I am also responsible for such state of India..someone has to take the responsibility and yes I am all willing to do that..really I would for sure do something so that I can say "yes I have contributed " don't know how? and when? but I will.

कोई दोस्त है न रकीब है

कोई दोस्त है न रकीब है
तेरा शहर कितना अजीब है
वो जो इश्क था वो जुनून था
ये जो हिज्र है ये नसीब है
यहाँ किसका चेहरा पढा करूं
यहाँ कौन इतना करीब है

मैं किसे कहूँ मेरे साथ चल
यहाँ सब के सर पे सलीब है

kudrat ka har rang chura kar ek tasveer banoongi

Jo beet gaya woh purana tha
aane wala saal aur khoobsoorat banoongi
kudrat ka har rang chura kar ek tasveer banoongi

kuch yaadein hai beete saal ki kuch khatti kuch meethi
choda tha desh apna chodi thi woh sondhi apni meetti
aane wale saal mein hongi kuch khwaish puri
rahne na doongi koi tamanna adhuri

tarsi hui ankhon ko phir apne dikhenge
jinse bichde the saal bhar pehle woh apne ab saath milenge
ek khawab sa jo dekha hai use haqeeqat banaoongi
kudrat ka har rang chura kar ek tasveer banoongi