"I believed in belief, for its own shining sake. To believe in the face of utter hopelessness, every article of evidence to the contrary, to ignore apparent catastrophe - what other choice was there? We are so much stronger than we imagine, and belief is one of the most valiant and long-lived human characteristics. To believe, when all along we humans know that nothing can cure the briefness of this life, that there is no remedy for our basic mortality, that is a form of bravery. To continue believing in yourself...believing in whatever I chose to believe in, that was the most important thing."
— Lance Armstrong (It's Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life)

 This is written by Javed Akhtar. I liked it from  ZMNDB.
 

Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya
Jab ghum ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai
Yeh jo gehre sannate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai

Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai

Came across the poems of "Zindegai naa milegi do bara"
I liked all of them but posting the one written by
Abhijit Chatterjee, the other poem, well need to sink in.

Dilon me tum apni betabiyan leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum
Nazar me khwaabon ki bijliyan leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum
Hwa ke jhokon ke jaise aazad rehno sekho
Tum ek dariya ke jaise lehron mein behna sekho
Hr ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni baahein
Hr ek pal ek nya sama dekhe nigahein
Jo apni ankhon mein hairanian leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum
Dilon mein tum apni betabian leke chal rahe ho,to zinda ho tum

I wish, this is my last night. Don't want to face
another day. Someone should listen to my wish.

I was designed to laugh, but destined to cry.
I was designed to love but destined to hate.
I was designed to be loved but destined to be hated.
I was designed to among them but destined to be left alone.
I was designed to be accepted as I am, but destined to be rejected by all.
I was designed to live, but destined to death.

"Ekbar Ramchandra ke payr ek kachhuye pe agay. Tab ub kachhuwa
kuchh nahi bola. Ramchandraji bahut samaoi tak anjane mei us kachhuye
ke upor payr rakh ke khare rahein. Jab pata chala to Ramchandra ne kachhuye se puchha, "Tum ne batay kyun nahi ki mera payr tumme pada hai?"
Kachhuye ne bola" Prabhu, ajj tak jabtak kisine mere upor payr rakkhya,
meine bola "Hey Ram"; ajj sayang Bhagban Ram ne payr rakha to mein kya bolun?"

I was writing, I mean started writting about some
good things in my life. Then it reminds me what once
one of my friend said, " I live in past" and I did not
post those. Yes, it is true, so true as because, there is
nothing I found to smell, or enjoy, the bitter and sour
test has killed my soul. I hate and hate and badly hate
my life now. I wish I could finish it in one shot,
but afraid death can also cheat like life. I never
ever thought that I would hate my life so much.
I wish I will not see sun anymore.

sukhi talab me kankar mar ke
pani ki awaj nahi ati.

Jab bijli gidi thi, tab shirf patte nahi jwale the;
ped bhi jwala tha