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
saza yah khob mili tum say dil laganay ki,nazarlagi hay meray pyar ko zamanay ki,ab to qabar mein say bhi nikal ker kahtay hain hath mere,hamain to hasrat hi rah gai tumhain galay laganay ki
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
People says,"Two and two makes four"
But I say,"one and one is equal to one"
How and when?when you love your and others two eyes counts to four(to see the world), and ur one heart and others one heart became one(to feel the pain).
Ishq kar deta hai bekrar, bhar deta hai pathar k dil mein pyaar, har 1
ko nahi milti zindagi ki ye bahar, kyunki ishq ka dusra naam hai
intezar.........
