Kahin wo mile to usay kehna K Lot aao Lot aao k koi shiddat se Barri muddat se Barri muhabat se tumhara intizar kar raha hai Lot aao k kisi ki bahare na hone se kisi ki aankhon mei nami or zindagi mei kami bohat zyada ha
Jawani ko zindagi ka nikhaar kahte hai
Patjhad ko chaman ka nikhar kahte hai
Ajeeb chalan hai is duniya ka Yaaro
Ek dhokha hai jise hum sab Pyar kahte
Hai !
Raaz-e-dil na sunana kisi ko FARAZ Dunya mai sub Hamraaz badal jate hain Kisi k Bicharnay se Koi mar to nahi jata Haan magar Jeeney k Andaaz badal jate hain
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
KOCH IS TARA WO MERI ZINDAGI ME AAYE KOCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MERE SAAMNE AAJAE KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI MOHABBAT BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE APNA LEIN KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI K KHUSHI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE PANA CHAHE
WO mujhay choor gya hay y baat tu sach hay magar baat hay ruswai ki WO jhan khain bhi gya loat kay meray hi pas aya ik yahi baat achhai hay meray harjai ki
