Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
With every cut i make another feet i dig down deep,
bury me there with all the tears i weep.
fill it with my sorrows & all the blood i''ve shed..
Go on hurt me,kill me..let death be my eternal bed !!
Dil se tera khayal na jaye to kya karu?
tu hi bata teri yaad aaye to kya karu?
hasrat hai ki ek nazar tujhe dubara dekh lu
kismat woh lamha na laye to kya karu?
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
aa jaye kisi din tu aisa bhe nahin lagta lekan woh tera wada jhoota bhe nahin lagta milta hy sakoon dil ko us yaar k koochay main har roz magar jana acha bhe nahin lagta dekha hy tujhy jab se bechain bhut hy dil kahny ko koi tujh se rishta bhe nhi lagta
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
When lots of people starts to love you,
You may get confused whom to love,
Just tell them I hate you,
Everyone will get back,
But not the person who loves you truly.
