Hanste hue, aankhon main kyun aa jaate hain ye aansoo
Yun khushi ko adhoora sa bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Dard itna hai saha, khaali ho gaya samandar ashkon ka
Jaane kahan se aankhon main bhar jaate hain ye aansoo,
Khush hoon main, koi shikwa zamane se na taqdeer se
Meri iss baat ko jhoota kyun bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Shayad khabar hai in ko bhi kis qadar tanha hoon main
Tanhaayi main mera saath nibha jaate hain ye aansoo.... !!
Mujhe Aadat Si HO Giye Hai Subha Sham Likhta Hon
Tumhain Mohsin
Tumhe Dilbar
Tumhe Gulfam Likhta Hon
MeiN Haton Per
Kitabon Per
Darakhton Per
Diwaron Per
Mein Jab Likhon
Jahan B Likhon
Sirf?
Sirf Apni Jaan
Yani Apka Naam Likhta Hon
I ThOuGhT LoVe WaS JusT A mIrAgE Of ThE MiNd. . . It''S An IlLusIoN, It''S FaKe, ImPoSsIbLe To FiNd. . .
BuT ThE DaY i MeT YoU
I BeGaN To SeE, ThAt LoVe Is ReAl AnD ExIsTs In Me. .
Love is an energy - it can neither be created
nor destroyed. It just is and always will be,
giving meaning to life and direction to goodness...
Love will never die....
Ghar mom ka pahlay to banaya nahi jata,
ban gayay to sooraj say bachaya nahi jata,
ab tum ho muqabil to mujhay harna hoga,
tum ko to meri jan haraya nahi jata ........
