When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
If I were to descirbe true love then i would descirbe it as what a snow man did to a snow women,
hegave her warm hug & they both melted in each others arms...!
ishq k bhi kuch adab hua kartay hain
khusk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
har ek ro k dikhay zaruri to nahi
khushk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
To describe love is very difficult, mysteriuos & complex, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. u''ve to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
Passion'' a word which involves so many feelings; I feel it when we touch, I feel it when we kiss, I feel it when I look at you. For you are my passion, my one true love
