Har sham se tera izhaar kiya karte hai,
Har khwab me tera didar kiya karte hai,
Diwane hi to hai hum tere,
Jo har waqt tere milne ka intzaar kiya karte ha
TujhE Chahte Hy Be-Inteha Pr Chahna Nhi Ata Ye Kesi Muhabat Hy K mjhe Kehna Nhi Ata Zindgi Me Aa Jao mri Zindgi Bn Kr K Tere Bn mujhe Zinda Rehna Nhi Ata.
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