Manoos Ajnabi Ab k December may Main nay bhi kuch khawab sjaye hain apni sard aankho'n may per darr lagta hai kahi yeh meray khawab pghel na jaye Dhoop pernay per....!!
Rangat teri zulfo ki ghatao ne churai
Khusboo tere anchal se hawao ne udai
Paimane ka dil na tut jaye to kahu main
Hai cheez gazab ki jo nigaho ne pilai
zindagi main bohat baar waqat asa ai ga
jb tum ko cahnay wala hi tum ko rulai ga
magar bhrosa rakhna uspar akelay main
who tum say kahi ziyada aansu bahaye ga
IT MUST HAVE BEEN A RAINY DAY WHEN U WERE BORN,
BUT IT WASN"T REALLY RAIN,
THE SKY WAS CRYING BCOZ IT LOST ITS NICE,
GENTLE AND GENIROUS ANGLE.....GOD BLESS U
"The best thing about loving and being hurt is that you get to know what true love really is. For as gold is tested in fire, and so will love be perfected in pain."
A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself - to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart
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
