Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
Someone somewhere dreams of your smile...and while thinking of you
says life is worthwhile. So whenever you"re lonely...remember its
true....someone somewhere is thinking of you
1 bat bataon raaz ki?kro us larki se ishq.Jis k chehre pe ho sadgi.Sanso mei ho tazgi Chandni ho chand ki,Rani ho rat ki Khushbu ho gulab ki.Baten kre pyar ki. Nazuk ho mizaj ki. Ache ho ikhlaq ki, paband ho namaz ki. khidmat kre maa bap ki. aur kahey main hon sirf aap ki
My soul is on fire, peace is no way near, my heart is broken and restless, my eyes all red with tears,
my body acheing with pain, sleep turned into nightmare, i think this is the end for me or s it the starting of love. . . ? ? ?
A Man''s Love!
Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
