LovE is Not HoW LonG U''ve BeeN 2gEthEr;
nOt HoW MucH U''ve GIvEn oR RecEivE;
Not hOw MaNy TimEs U''ve HeLpEd EaCh OthEr
--- Its HoW U VALUE EaCh OtHEr...
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
A Man''s Love!
Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
ISHQ KARNAY K B KUCH AADAAB HOTAY HEIN.. JAGTI ANKHOON MAY B KUCH KHAWAB HOTAY HEIN.. HAR KOI ROO DAY YA ZARORI TU NAI.. KHUSHK ANKHOON MAY B SAYLAB HOTAY HEIN rizzy
I loved her from my heart,
She touched my soul n shake my heart,
I found her mine, but that wasn’t true,
I cried all night but she never dew,
Was it wrong to express my love?
Was it the same reason she left?
December Kay Mahinay Ka Woh Shaid Akhri Din Tha
Baras Guzray Kayen
Main Nay “Mohabat” Lafz Likha Tha
Kisi Kagaz Kay Tukray Per!
Achanak Yaad Aya Hay
Baras Guzray Kayen
Muj Ko Kisi Say Bat Kerni Thi
Usay Kehna Tha
Jaan-Nay Jaan! “Mujay Tum Say Mohabat Hay”
Magar Main Keh Nahi Paya
Woh Kagaz Ag Tak Lipta Para Hay Dhool Main Lakain
Kisi Ko Day Nahi Paya
Dobara Cha Ker Bhi Main Mohabat Ker Nahi Paya
Lab khamosh hain aankhon se baat hoti hai Aise hi mohabbat ki
shuruwat hoti hai ,,,...Tere hi khayalon me khoye rehte hai hum
Pata nahi kab din kab raat hoti hai....
