Khamosh muhabbat ka ehsaas hai wo,
mere khwahish mere jajbat hai wo,
aksar ye khyal kyu aata hai dil mai,
meri pahli khoj or aakhiri talash hai wo.
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What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
When I lost you, I loved you more.
but, between the two of us, you lost the most..
coz i can love another the way I loved you.
But, you wud never be loved, the way I used to love you..
Sitaron ke bagher asmaan mein rakha hai kia?
Bin teray jeenay mein rakha hai kia?
Lagta hai sub kuch adhoora adhoora sa
Khushi ke baghair hansnay mein rakha hai kia?
"To be in love is merely to be In a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god Or an ordinary young woman for a goddess."
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.
The quickest way to receive love is to give;
the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
and the best way to keep love is to give it wings....
