Love is like a hunter,
who cares not for the game
when once caught,
which he may have pursued
with the most intense
and breathless eagerness.
Love is strongest in pursuit;
friendship in possession.
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.
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
Mudat k Baad Dekha usay Bdla Hoa Tha Wo Najane Kiya Hadsa Hua Sehma Hua Tha Wo Mujhy Dekh Kar Usne Chehra To Chupa Liya Magar Ankhein Bata Rahi Thi k Roya Howa Tha Wo Uski Ankhon Mein Dekh Kar Mehsos Hua Mujhe Meri Tarha Kisis Soach Mein Doba Hua Tha Wo
