I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
Dil Ko Aram Milta Hai Tujhay Pane Se,
Meri Sans Main Sans Hai Bas Tere Hi Aane Se,
Kaise Tuh Chor Jati Hai Mujhay Bhari Mehfil Main Tanha,
Kya Dar Lagta Hai Tujhe Mere Karib Aane Say...
