Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
aaj
ke
baad
mujhe
call
mat
karna
na
sms
karna
baat
bhi
mat
karna
milne
ki
koshis h
to
bilkul
mat
karna
kyuki
doctor
ne
mu jhe
sweet
chizo
se
dur
rehne
ko
bola
hai
To describe love is very difficult, mysteriuos & complex, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. u''ve to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
You must be a good runner
because you are always running in my mind,
you must be a good thief
because you have stolen my heart,
and i am always a bad shooter
because I Miss You Always...
