I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Tinka Tinka tufan me bikharte chale gaye,Tanhai ki gehraiyon me utarte chale gaye.Udate the jin dosto k sahare aasman me hum, 1-1 karke sab bichadte chale gaye...!!! IFFI :)
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
Sometimes we put walls around our heart....
Not just to be safe from getting hurt....
But to find out who cares enough to break the walls n get closer . . . <-:
