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
saza yah khob mili tum say dil laganay ki,nazarlagi hay meray pyar ko zamanay ki,ab to qabar mein say bhi nikal ker kahtay hain hath mere,hamain to hasrat hi rah gai tumhain galay laganay ki
When you love someone truly,
you don"t look for faults,
you don"t look for answers,
you don"t look for mistakes.
Instead, you fight the mistakes,
you accept the faults and overlook the excuses.
