I have liked many,
but love very few,
yet no one has been,
as sweet as you,
i am the stand and
wait world''s longest que,
just for the pleasure,
of a moment with you.
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
Dil ki Awaz se nagme badal Jate hai, sath na De to apne Badal Jate hai, palke
bhi jara sambhal ke jhapkna kyoki Palke Jhapkne se Aksar sapne Badal Jate hai.
