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.
il k lut jane ka izhar zrori to nai ye tamasha sar-e-bazar zrori to nai muja tha ishq teri roh se or ab b ha jism se koi srokar zrori to nai me toje tot k chahon tu meri fitrat ha to b ho meri talabgar zrori to nai ay sitam kash zara jhank meri ankhon mein zuban se pyar ka izhar zrori to nai
Sitaron ke bagher asmaan mein rakha hai kia?
Bin teray jeenay mein rakha hai kia?
Lagta hai sub kuch adhoora adhoora sa
Khushi ke baghair hansnay mein rakha hai kia?
Dard bhari zindagi ka suraag dhondte hai
hai andhera bhut yaha eak chiraag dhondte hai banaye thy tamsha zindagi ko es tarh
ke un mherbaano ka elaaj dhondhte hai koi en andhero main meri dil ki shmma jala de
hum apni badnasibi ka raaz dhnodhte hai hasrat ka aayina ye pather dil se toot gaya
sisho ke en tokdo main apna aaj dhondhte hai maazi ke tulkh lamho ne hame jhulas ke rakh diya
dil ko bhlane ke liye koi haseen khaab dhondhte hai
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
