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.
November ki ik sard sham main. Tum nay hamaray hath tham kar hamari ankhoon main jhankhtay hoy kha tha. k jab purwa ki thandi hawain chalain gi. kali ghatain laharah kar ain gi. Sawan TOOT kar barsay ga*TU*Asay main achanak Chupakay SAY MAIN Ajao GA. *JANA* SADIOON SAY HAMAIN US SAWAN KA INTZAR HAY*
Mujhe Aadat Si HO Giye Hai Subha Sham Likhta Hon
Tumhain Mohsin
Tumhe Dilbar
Tumhe Gulfam Likhta Hon
MeiN Haton Per
Kitabon Per
Darakhton Per
Diwaron Per
Mein Jab Likhon
Jahan B Likhon
Sirf?
Sirf Apni Jaan
Yani Apka Naam Likhta Hon
Sometime we must build walls around our heart, not just to be safe from being hurt, but to find out who cares enough to break them down and enter your heart.
One day you might see yourself walking alone on a new path ,
no one seems in sight ,no one seems to have walked it earlier ,
dont give up midway , go on , reach ur dreams ,
the only reason you dont see anyone is because the world is following u
