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
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
To kya hua aj agr wo mere saath nai h! Me aj bi us se utni hi mohabbat krta hu ar is liye nhi ki koi aur nhi mili pr is liye ki us se mohabbat krne se fursat hi nhi miltii
People says,"Two and two makes four"
But I say,"one and one is equal to one"
How and when?when you love your and others two eyes counts to four(to see the world), and ur one heart and others one heart became one(to feel the pain).
