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
SomeTimes . . .
I Wanna Cry . . . But When I Remember
All Good Moments That
I Had By Your Side. . .
I Feel Better . . .
This Remind Me That You’ve Changed My Whole Life
They don''t LUV dat
don''t show their LUV
d course of TRUE LUV
ever did run smooth
LUV is a familiar
LUV is a devil
Dere''s no DEVIL ANGEL
bt LUV ... =]
Mujhe Aadat Si HO Giye Hai Subha Sham Likhta Hon
Tumhain Mohsin
Tumhe Dilbar
Tumhe Gulfam Likhta Hon
MeiN Haton Per
Kitabon Per
Darakhton Per
Diwaron Per
Mein Jab Likhon
Jahan B Likhon
Sirf?
Sirf Apni Jaan
Yani Apka Naam Likhta Hon
