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 karne ke liye koi cheez chaiye,
Aap nahi to aapki tasvir chaiye.
Par tasvir aapki hamara dil behla na sakegi,
Kyonki yeh aapki tarah muskura na sakegi
If "U" loVe someone, be sUre 2 teLl thEm eveRy daY;
becaUse oNe Day "U" migHt nOt bE abLe 2 telL thEm becAuse iT was toO laTe anD thEy arE no lonGer theRe..