Each moments is empty,
My nights are lonely.
Come and hold me,
The destiny awaits you.
Turn back and take a look now.
Such a meeting may or may not happen again.
To tell you what I mean is?
You are everything for me?
Please, come to me…
I am very lonely?
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
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 :)
