Wohi izhar kafi tha Tumhe ik din kaha tha jo K tum se piyar karte hain Wo lamha bhool q bethe Wo jumla bhool q bethe Abhi tajdeed mango ge Meri belos chahat ki Tumhe ek bar phir se who Mohabbat na mile shayad Ye jo tum rooth bethe ho Tumhari kam nighai hay Tumhe gar piyar karna tha Hamare sath chalna tha Wo ek izhar sun lete Wohi izhar kafi tha Tumhe ek din kaha tha jo K Tum se PYAAR karte hain
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
How do you spell love?... when you reach the point where the happiness, security, and development of another person is as much of a driving force to you as your own happiness, security, and development, then you have a mature love. True love is spelled G-I-V-E. It is not based on what you can get, but rooted in what you can give to the other person.
Bichedte hue yaad de jayenge
Khud sone se pehle unhi ko 1 khwab de jayenge
Unhe gila hai ke hm jawab nahin dete
Saanso ke rukne se pehle har jawab dy jayenge
