He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
IT MUST HAVE BEEN A RAINY DAY WHEN U WERE BORN,
BUT IT WASN"T REALLY RAIN,
THE SKY WAS CRYING BCOZ IT LOST ITS NICE,
GENTLE AND GENIROUS ANGLE.....GOD BLESS U
Saahil Ki Ret Par Ek Baar Tera Naam Likha Tha Maine
Tanhai Ke Un Palon Mein Tujhe Hi Yaad Kiya Tha Maine
Saagar Ki Maujon Ne Tera Naam To Mita Diya Par
Na Mit Saka Woh Naam Jo Dil Pe Likha Tha Maine
