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 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?
Jab Koi Kalaam Kisi K Dil Mein utar Jaata Hai
Sach Kehta Hoon Likhne Wale Ka josh Nikhar Jaata Hai
Lagta Hai Kuchh To Hai Maayne Dil K Ehsaason K
Har Alfaaz Kagaz Par Khud Sawar Jaata Hai
Ive got ur bak & uve got mine.
ill help u out netime.
2 see u hurt 2 see u cry.
makes me weep & wanna die.
ill b right here til d end.
cos ur my love & my bestfriend
Mohabbat. Kia Hai?
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Jo
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.
