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
Wafa ruswa nahe krna,
Suno aisa nahe krna,
Main pehlay he akela hon,
Mujhe tanha nahe krna,
Bohat massrrof ho jana,
Tou socha nahe krna,
Bharosa bi zaroori hy,
Magr sab ka nahe krna,
Muqadar phir muqadar hy,
Kabi daawa nahe krna,
Jo likha hy wo hona hy,
Kabhi shikwa nahe krna,
Meri takmeel tm se hy,
Mujhe aadha nahe krna,
Haqiqat hy milan apna,
Isay sapna nahe krna,
Humain tm yaad rehty ho,
Humain bhoola nahe krna
Long after moments of closeness have passed,
A part of you remains with me
And warms the places your hands have touched
And hastens my heart for your return.
The way u look into my eyes, it scares me,
The way u say I Luv U, it scares me,
The way u know just what to say, it scares me,
The ways u scare me I luv it.
