kisi girte hue insaan ko uthane do mujhe
kisi lut ti hui izzat ko bachane do mujhe
geet gaaye hain bahut pyaar aur mohabbat ke
aaj insaaniyat ke geet hi gaane do mujhe
hamne apni sanso par unka naam likh liya,
nahi jante the ki hamne kuchh galat kiya,
wo pyaar ka vada hamse karke mukar gaye,
khair unki bewafai se kuchh to sabak liya......
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
Heart is like a bottle of perfume.
If u never open it nobody knows the fragrance inside it..
If u keep it always open
soon u will loose ur fragrance.
So act wisely.