Ussy Apne Rishtoon Ki Fikr Thi..Wo Jo Mera Waqif-e-haal
Tha..Wo Jo Uss Ki Subhe-e-urooj Thi..
Wohi Mera Waqt-e-zawal tha.. Meri Baat Kaise wo Manta,
Mera Dard Wo kaise jante,Wo tu khud Fana k Safar pe the..
Ussy Rokna Bhi Mahaal tha.. Kahan Jaoge Mujhe Choor kar,
Mein ye Poch poch kar Thak gaya,Wo jawab mujhe Na de Saka,
Wo tu Khud Sarapa Sawal the..Wo MILA jo Sadiyoon Ke Baad Bhi.
Mere Labb pe Koi GILA na Tha,Ussy Meri chup ne Rula Diya,
Jissy Guftagu pe Kamal Tha.....
Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
My love for you is like water,
Falling countless…
The beating of my heart,
For you is so heavy and soundless,
The feeling of being in your arm is so
Precious and endless.......
