main lafjo se kuch bhi izhaar nahi karta,iska matlab yeh nahi ki main usse pyar nahi karta,cahata hoon main usse aaj bhi par uski soch main apna waqt bekaar nahi karta,kahin tamasha na ban jaye mohabbat meri isliye ape dard ko izhar nahi karta, jo kuch mila hai usi mai khush hoon main, uske liye khuda se takrar nahi karta,par kuch to baat hai uski fitrat mai jalim warna usse cahane ki khata baar-baar nahi karta.
Bheed mein reh k bhi khud ko to main tanha paoon
Kon hai mera siwa tere main kahan jaoon ?
apne hathon se nasheman ko jla loon kaise
main tujhe is dil se is dil se nikaloon kaise?
ashk palkon mein chupa loon kaise?
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away;
and all the things I want to say can find no
voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my
eyes will speak my heart.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
