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
kabhi Lafz bhool jaon
Kabhi baat bhool jaon
Tujhe is qadar chahon
Apni zaat bhool jaon
uth ker jo kabhi tere
paas se chal doon to
jaate huwe khud ko
tere paas bhool jaon
wo muhabat hai meri koi majbori to nahi wo mjhy chahy ya mil jay zarori to nahi ya kia km hai k basa hai meri ankho ma wo rahy meri nazro k samany ya zarori to nahi
