is tarah sataya hai pareshaan kiya hai goya k muhabbat nahi ehasaan kiya hai socha tha k tum dosaron jaise nahi hoge tum ne bhi wahi kam meri jan kiya hai mushkil tha bohut mere liye tark-e-taalluq ye kam bhi tum ne mera asaan kiya hai
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
Chale gaye ho dur kuch pal ke liye,
dur rehkar bhi karib ho har pal ke liye,
kaise yaad na aaye apki ek pal ke liye,
jab Dil me ho tum har pal ke liye..
