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.
Lamha Lamha Sanse Khatm Ho Rahi Hai, Jindagi Maut Ke Pahluo Me So Rahi Hai,
Us Bewafa Se Mat Pucho Meri Maut Ki Wajah. Wo To Bus Jamane Ko Dikhane Ke Liye
Ro Rahi Hai
ishq k bhi kuch adab hua kartay hain
khusk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
har ek ro k dikhay zaruri to nahi
khushk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
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.
If I had the letters "HRT",
I can add "EA" to get a "HEART"
or a "U" and get "HURT".
But I''d rather choose "U" and get "HURT" than have a "HEART" without "U".
