Flowers and trees Dialogues

Putra agar pita ki paghdi pehan le toh usmein pita ki buddhi toh nahi aa jaati ... chandan ke vrush ko bhi sugandh dene ke liye ek umar ki avashakta hoti hai

If a son wears the headdress of a father, then he doesn't get the brains of his father ... even a Sandalwood tree needs to age so that it can give its fragrance

Aap jaise logon ke seene mein dil ki jagah gandagi ka woh dher pada hota hai ... jis mein gulab nahi, hawas aur apradhon ka woh keechad ughta aur behta hai ... jise koi haath bhi lagana pasand nahi karta

People like you have a bunch of squalor in your body instead of the heart ... in which the sludge of lust and crime grows instead of roses ... which no one even likes to touch

Badla aur guroor agar samundar ko banjar rann bana sakte hai ... toh aashiq is banjar mitti mein bhi phool khila sakte hai

If revenge and pride can turn a sea into a desert ... then a lover can also grow flowers in this barren land

Hum pehle mulaqat karte hai ... phir pyar ki barsaat karte hai, phoolon ki barsaat karte hai ... uske baad hum mukka laat karte hai

First I meet with a person ... then I shower him with love, shower him with flowers ... and then I punch and kick him

Har dayaar mein aati hai phir bahaar ... khilte hai phool bhi wahan daur-e-fiza ke baad

Spring comes in every region ... and even flowers bloom there, after the era of breeze

Haqeeqat chup nahi sakti banavat ke usoolon se ... ki khushboo aa nahi sakti kabhi kagaz ke phoolon se

The truth cannot be hidden by the principles of lies ... and fragrance can never come from flowers made out of paper

Naino se naino ke teer chalte hai toh pakad mein nahi aate ... magar jab kisi ke liye honth kuch karate hai toh phool jadte hai

When the eyes of two people connect then you can't catch them ... but when your lips make you do something for someone, then it's like flowers are falling

Phool toh murjha jaate hain ... lekin kaante daaman thaam lete hain

Flowers do wither ... but thorns stay over

Sapnon ke haar goothne behti thi zindagi ... joh phool kam pad gaye toh kaante pe roh liye

Life had sat down to make the garland of dreams ... and when the flowers were short then it cried for the thorns

Roses are red, violets are blue ... sex can be dangerous, but love can be to

Roses are red, violets are blue ... sex can be dangerous, but love can be to

Khilte hai gul yahan khilke bhikharne ko ... milte hai dil yahan milke bichadne ko

Flowers blossom here and they blossom to shatter ... hearts meet here and they meet to separate

Log phoolon ki khushboo ko bhool jaate hai lekin kaanton ki chuban ko nahi bhoolte

People can forget the fragrance from a flower but they can't forget the sting from thorns

Unki gali mein hum aaye ajeeb ittefaq hai ... phool toh pheka unhone ... magar gamla bhi saath hai

It is a strange coincidence that I came in her lane ... she did throw a flower on me ... but along with the flowerpot

Kabhi kabhi insaan apne paap ka ek chota sa paudha chhodkar bhaag jaata hai ... lekin kismat us paudhe ko ek pedh banakar uske samne khada kar deti hai

Sometimes a person runs leaving behind a small plant of his sins ... but destiny turns that plant into a tree and puts it in front of that person

Main tumhe bahut pyar karta hoon ... itna jitna suraj karta hai apni kiranon se, chand karta hai apni chandni se, phool karte hai apni khushboo se

I love you a lot ... as much as the sun loves its sunrays, as much as the moon loves its moonlight, as much as the flowers love their fragrance

Dharti par pedh ughe toh sab usse dharti maa kehke uski puja karte hai ... tab yeh koi jaanne ki koshish nahi karta ki iska beej kahan se aaya ... lekin aurat ke bache ko uske baap ke naam se hi jaana jaata hai is duniya mein

If a tree grows on earth then everyone worships it like a goddess ... at that point no one cares to find out from where did the seed come from ... but in this world a woman's child is only known by his father's name

Sneh aasman se tapki hui sharaab ki ek boond hai ... joh insaani jism mein dhalkar zameen ka sabse khoobsurat phool ban gayi

Affection is a drop of alochol dripping from the sky ... which by mixing with the human body has become the most beautiful flower on earth

Phool hoon gulaab ka chameli ka mat samajhna ... aashiq hoon aapka apni saheli ka mat samajhna

Don't judge me as jasmine I am a rose flower ... don't judge me as your friends lover I am yours

Bheej bowte hi phal khane ke sapne nahi dekhne chahiye ... kabhi kabhi pedh nahi bhi ughte hai

You shouldn't dream about eating the fruits right after you sow the seed ... sometimes a tree doesn't grow

Zulm aur jhoot ki dhaali par ek baar phal lagta hai ... dobara nahi

Fruits can grow only once on the branches of injustice and lies ... not again