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
Love
Isn''t winning someone but loosing
Urself to someone.
When U r LOVED by someone its not
due to the excellence of Ur
mind but due to the purity of Ur heart..
Tinka Tinka tufan me bikharte chale gaye,Tanhai ki gehraiyon me utarte chale gaye.Udate the jin dosto k sahare aasman me hum, 1-1 karke sab bichadte chale gaye...!!! IFFI :)