Chalo Ishq nahi, Chaahne ki Adat hai
Kya karein ke Hamein Dusre ki Adat hai
Tu apne Sheesha-Gari ka na kar Hunar Zyada
Main Aaina hoon, Mujhe Tootne ki Adat hai
Wisal mein bhi wohi Faasle Sharab ke hain
Ke Usko Neend, Mujh ko Rat-Jagne ki Adat hai
Tera Naseeb hai Ae Dil Sada ki Mehroomi
Na Wo Saki hai, na Tujhe Maangne ki Adat hai
Ye Khud Aa Jati kab tak
Tu bhi usse na kar Yaad, Jise Bhoolne ki Adat hai.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Sitaron ke bagher asmaan mein rakha hai kia?
Bin teray jeenay mein rakha hai kia?
Lagta hai sub kuch adhoora adhoora sa
Khushi ke baghair hansnay mein rakha hai kia?
Kanch ko chahat thi pathar paane ki,
ek pal me fir toot kar bikher jaane ki.
Chahat bas itni thi us diwane ki,
Apne hazaar tukdo me uski hazaar Tasveer sajane ki.
Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
