Basher Key Roop Main Ek Dilruba Talasm Baney
Shafaq Main Dhoop Milayen Tu Us Ka Jism Baney
Woh Mojzaat Ki Had Tak Pohunch Gaya Hey Qateel
Hurf Koi Bhi Likhoon Usi Ka Ism Baney
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
To describe love is very difficult, mysteriuos & complex, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. u''ve to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
December Kay Mahinay Ka Woh Shaid Akhri Din Tha
Baras Guzray Kayen
Main Nay “Mohabat” Lafz Likha Tha
Kisi Kagaz Kay Tukray Per!
Achanak Yaad Aya Hay
Baras Guzray Kayen
Muj Ko Kisi Say Bat Kerni Thi
Usay Kehna Tha
Jaan-Nay Jaan! “Mujay Tum Say Mohabat Hay”
Magar Main Keh Nahi Paya
Woh Kagaz Ag Tak Lipta Para Hay Dhool Main Lakain
Kisi Ko Day Nahi Paya
Dobara Cha Ker Bhi Main Mohabat Ker Nahi Paya
Love Is When . . .
There Are Million Things You Wanted To Say To Someone
But
When They Look You In The Eyes & Hold You In Their Arms
Nothing In Life Matters
Other Than Being With That Person At That Moment
Or hon gay woh log jo mahabbat ko bhula detey hain,
hum tou ab bhi tujh hi k pass rah rah ker sada detey hain.
barri mushkil se mila kerte hain dost lakin phir bhi,
janey ahbab ko kiyou log bhula detey hain.
