The Roads Are

The Roads Are
The Roads Are Lovely, Dark And Deep

But I Have Promises To Keep

And Miles To Go Before I Sleep

And Miles To Go Before I Sleep . . .
  

Jun, 15 2010     141 chars (1 sms)     2418 views       Love

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Hont keh nahi sakte ye fasana dil ka,

Shayad nazron se dil ki baat hojaye,

Kis umeed se karte hain hum intzaar raat ka,

K shayad sapno mein aap se mulaqaat hojaye.
Chalo tum sath mat dena,

Mujhe beshak bhula dena,

Naye sapne saja lena,

Naye rishtay bana lena,

Bhula dena sabhi waday,

Sabhi “qasmain”

Sabhi Natay,

Tumhain jana!

ijazat ha,

Jo diL chahe

Woh sab KaRNa,



Magar ab tum

kisi se bhi.



aadhora pyar mat

KaRNa.;
I feel you

I feel you
In every stone
In every leaf of every tree
That you ever might have grown
I feel you
In everything
In every river that might flow
In every seed you might have sownI feel you
In every vain
In every beating of my heart
Each breath i take.
I feel you,
I never felt true love until I was with you,
I never felt true sadness until you left me.
When we broke up I think you took half of my heart with you,
You took the half I need the most..,
Because the half you left is the half that only loves you. . .
Is Dil me aa saka na koi Is dil ko chura na saka koi Kasoor is main kisi ka nahi Aap jesi jagha is Dil main bana saka na koi
Most Relationships fail not because of the absence of love..
Love is always present..
Its just that, One loves too much,
and The other loves too many,
Jis ghari teriyadon ka sama hota ha,
Phir humein aram kahan hota hay,

Hosla mujh mein nahi tujhko bula deny ka,
Kaam sadiyon ka hai, lamhon main kahan hota hai
Rangat teri zulfo ki ghatao ne churai
Khusboo tere anchal se hawao ne udai
Paimane ka dil na tut jaye to kahu main
Hai cheez gazab ki jo nigaho ne pilai
Neend se kiya shikwa karun
main...."sagar"
Qasoor to us chehray ka hai jo mujhe
sonay nahi deta.....!
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away;
and all the things I want to say can find no
voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my
eyes will speak my heart.
sweet attractive kind of grace,

A full assurance given by looks,

Continual comfort in a face,

The lineaments of Gospel books;

I trow that countenance cannot lie,

Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
T h e h e a r t
w a s m a d e
t o b e
B r o k e n.

|-Oscar Wilde-|