Anyone can give up.
It’s the easiest thing in the world to do.
But to hold it together,
When everything seems like falling apart;
That’s true strength.
Shaam chirago se saja rakkhi hain.. Shart logo se laga rakkhi hain, shayad aa jaye koi humse bhi zyada pyasa, yahi sochkar thodi si bacha rakkhi hain.......
Mohabbat. Kia Hai?
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Yaqeen Ban K Soch Me
Ummeed Ban K Ankh Me
Raonaq Ban K Chehre Pe
Aitmad Ban K Baato Me
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Ehsas Ban K
Dil Me Rahe.
Dil se tera khayal na jaye to kya karu?
tu hi bata teri yaad aaye to kya karu?
hasrat hai ki ek nazar tujhe dubara dekh lu
kismat woh lamha na laye to kya karu?
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
aksar pyar karne wale,
apne pyar ki tarif karte rehte hai,
taaki wo unse juda na ho jaye,
hum isliye rehte hai khamosh,
taaki un par koi aur fida na ho jaye
Love Is As Much Of An Object As An Obsession
Everybody Wants It, Seeks It
But Few Ever Achieve It
Those Who Do Will Cherish It, Be Lost In It
And
Among All,
Never.... Never Forget It. . .
