Is iT PoSsIbLe FoR tHe RoSe To SaY “I’lL GiVe mY fRaGnAnCe To ThE GoOd PpL wHo SmELl Me, BuT I’lL wItHhOlD iT fRoM tHe BaD ?”
Or
iS It PosSiBlE fOr ThE LaMp To SaY “I’lL GiVe My LiGhT tO ThE GoOd PpL In ThIs RoOm, BuT I’Ll WiThHoLd It fRoM thE EvIl PpL?”
Or
CaN A TrEe SaY, “I’lL GiVe My ShAdE tO tHe GoOd PpL wHo ReSt UnDeR mE, bUt I’Ll wItHhOlD iT fRoM tHe BaD ?”
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Yaad kar ke Mujhe Taqleef to Hoti Hogi...
Aik Qissa Hoon Puraana sa Bhula De Mujh ko...
Dubte Dubte Aawaaz teri soon jaaoon...
Aakhri Baar Tu Saahil se Sada De Mujh ko !!!!
kabhi Lafz bhool jaon
Kabhi baat bhool jaon
Tujhe is qadar chahon
Apni zaat bhool jaon
uth ker jo kabhi tere
paas se chal doon to
jaate huwe khud ko
tere paas bhool jaon
