How can you tell the sun not to shine, when clouds exist. How can you ask leaves not to fall when wind exists. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist.
MOHABBAT K SAARE RANG
RANGON K SAARE PHOOL
PHOOLON KI SAARI KHUSHBOO
KHUSHBOO K SAARE LAMHE
LAMHON KI SAARI CHAHAT
CHAHAT KI SAARI KHUSHIYAAN
AAP K LIYE.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
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.
