Love is an untamed force..when we try to control it , it destroys us, when we try to imprison it , it enslaves us and when we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused
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
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
Kuch Umer Ki Pehli Manzil Thi, …. Kuch Raste Thay Anjan Buhat, …. Kuch Ham Bhi Pagal Thay Lekin, …. Kuch Wo Bhi Thay Nadan Buhat, …. Kuch Usne Bhi Na Samjhaya, …. Yeh Piyar Nahi Aasan Buhat, …. Aakhir Hamne Bhi Khail Liya, …. Jis Khail Mein Thay Nuqsan Buhat
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....
Hijir ka taara doob chala hai dhalny lagi hy rat wasi Qatra qatra baras rahi hai ankhon se barsat wasi tery bad ye dunya wale mujh ko pagal kar dein gy khushbu k dais mein mujh ko le chal apne sath wasi yunhi chup ki mohr laga kr kb tk gumsum betho gy khamoshi se dum ghut-ta hy chero koi baat wasi
