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...!
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.
main lafjo se kuch bhi izhaar nahi karta,iska matlab yeh nahi ki main usse pyar nahi karta,cahata hoon main usse aaj bhi par uski soch main apna waqt bekaar nahi karta,kahin tamasha na ban jaye mohabbat meri isliye ape dard ko izhar nahi karta, jo kuch mila hai usi mai khush hoon main, uske liye khuda se takrar nahi karta,par kuch to baat hai uski fitrat mai jalim warna usse cahane ki khata baar-baar nahi karta.
Ehsaas use bhi hoga ek din apni jafa ka
rula dega use ek din khayal meri wafa ka
usne insaan sa sulook bhi na kiya mujhse
jis insaan ko maine darja diya khuda ka..Ehsaas use bhi hoga ek din apni jafa ka
rula dega use ek din khayal meri wafa ka
usne insaan sa sulook bhi na kiya mujhse
jis insaan ko maine darja diya khuda ka..
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
