nafratain lak mili koi muhabbat na mili
zindagi beet gai par rahat na mili
teri mehfil may har shaks ko hansta deka
ik may tha jisay hansnay ki ijazat na mili
The spaces between our fingers were created so that another person''s fingers could fill them in. Hope you''ll find your dream hand to hold you forever.
I love your mouth for words come out that teach and soothe.
I love your hands for they heal with their touch.
I love your feet for they bring you to me with your gifts...
aksar pyar karne wale,
apne pyar ki tarif karte rehte hai,
taaki wo unse juda na ho jaye,
hum isliye rehte hai khamosh,
taaki un par koi aur fida na ho jaye