What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
Arzoo yeh nahi k gham ka tofan tal jay
Fiqar tu yeh hay k tumhara dil na badal jay
Kabhi bhi mujh ko agar bhulana chaho tum
Tu dard itna dena k mera dum nikal jay
yeh din yeh raat yeh lamhy achy lagty hai,tumhy sochun to sary silsly achy lagty hai,bohat dorr tak jana phr bhi wahi rehna,mujy tum sy apny tak k faasly achy lagty hai.
For my Friends hurt me, tease me and make me cry, but in the end of my Life, when i Die, please atleast keep a Rose on my grave and say... STUPID I MISS YOU..
