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
Accidents do happen.
i slip- i trip- i stumble-
i fall & usually i dont care at all.
but now i dont know what to do
cos i slipped and fell in love with u
Wo mere liye kuch khaas hai yaaro''
jinke laut aane ki na koi aas hai Yaaro''
wo najro se door hai to kya huwa..
Banke dil ki dhadkn mere paas to hai yaaro''
