Love hurts when you break up with some one.
Hurts even more when someone breaks up with you
But love hurts the most
when the person, you love has no idea how you feel.
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.
Bheed mein reh k bhi khud ko to main tanha paoon
Kon hai mera siwa tere main kahan jaoon ?
apne hathon se nasheman ko jla loon kaise
main tujhe is dil se is dil se nikaloon kaise?
ashk palkon mein chupa loon kaise?
"Hum Ko GaLi Main dekh kar Khud Ko Chupa Lia,
jane ye DUSHMANO ne usay kia sikha diya,
ghar us ne kia banaya MASJID k samne....
CHAHAT ne us ki hum ko NAMAZI bana diya"
