You must be a good runner
because you are always running in my mind,
you must be a good thief
because you have stolen my heart,
and i am always a bad shooter
because I Miss You Always...
Kya kahu tumhe?
Khwab kahu to bikhar jaoge!
dil kahu to tut jaoge!
lo, tumhara naam zindigi rakh deti hu...
to maut se pehle hamara saath na chor paoge...!
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
