We are all a little weird and life''s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
Sabub Judai Ka Kuch To Batao Mujhay Phir Chahay Dil-O-Jaan Say Satao Mujhay Chalo Ye Mana K Fursat Nahe Tumhay Magar Ye Lazim To Nahe K Bhool He Jao Mujhay
Love Is Being Honest Wid Urselt @ All Times
Being Honest Wid Other Persom @ All Times
Telling, Respecting, Listening The Truth & Never Pretending . . .
I ThOuGhT LoVe WaS JusT A mIrAgE Of ThE MiNd. . . It''S An IlLusIoN, It''S FaKe, ImPoSsIbLe To FiNd. . .
BuT ThE DaY i MeT YoU
I BeGaN To SeE, ThAt LoVe Is ReAl AnD ExIsTs In Me. .
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
Yaad kar ke Mujhe Taqleef to Hoti Hogi...
Aik Qissa Hoon Puraana sa Bhula De Mujh ko...
Dubte Dubte Aawaaz teri soon jaaoon...
Aakhri Baar Tu Saahil se Sada De Mujh ko !!!!
