My heart taught me that missing someone is a very real ache. It comes from a place where another heart has touched my own and left a permanent imprint.
Manzelin bhi us ki thi,
Rasta bhi us ka tha,
ek main ekala tha,
kafla bhi us ka tha,
saath saath chalnay ki soch bhi us ki thi,
phir rasta badalnay ka faisla bhi us ka tha,
aaj kyoun ekala hoon dil sawal karta hai,
log tou us ke thay kia khuda bhi us ka tha.
Yaad kisi ko karna yeh baat nahi jatane ki Dil par chot dena aadat hai zamane ki Hum aap ko yaad bilkul nahi karte Kyun ke yaad karna ek nishani hai bhul jane ki
miss u
barish ki bondoo ko apni hatheli mein samet ker dekho, jitni bondain tum samet paye utna yaad tum hamay kertay ho or jitni bondain gir gaye utna yaad hum tumhain kertay hain
