Kuch Umer Ki Pehli Manzil Thi, …. Kuch Raste Thay Anjan Buhat, …. Kuch Ham Bhi Pagal Thay Lekin, …. Kuch Wo Bhi Thay Nadan Buhat, …. Kuch Usne Bhi Na Samjhaya, …. Yeh Piyar Nahi Aasan Buhat, …. Aakhir Hamne Bhi Khail Liya, …. Jis Khail Mein Thay Nuqsan Buhat
Ik mullk ghoom k a rahey hain hum
Gaye the kiun abb pashta rahey hain hum
Muhabat kya yeh hay k koi jo door jae
pir bhool janey main koi kasar chor jae na hu
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
The quickest way to receive love is to give;
the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
and the best way to keep love is to give it wings....
Try to love someone who you want to hate, because they are just like you, somewhere inside, in a way you may never expect, in a way that resounds so deeply within you that you cannot believe it.
Love
Isn''t winning someone but loosing
Urself to someone.
When U r LOVED by someone its not
due to the excellence of Ur
mind but due to the purity of Ur heart..
main lafjo se kuch bhi izhaar nahi karta,iska matlab yeh nahi ki main usse pyar nahi karta,cahata hoon main usse aaj bhi par uski soch main apna waqt bekaar nahi karta,kahin tamasha na ban jaye mohabbat meri isliye ape dard ko izhar nahi karta, jo kuch mila hai usi mai khush hoon main, uske liye khuda se takrar nahi karta,par kuch to baat hai uski fitrat mai jalim warna usse cahane ki khata baar-baar nahi karta.
A boy proposed a girl, But the girl rejected Boy was not Sad Friends asked him: Why are You not Sad? Boy: I am not sad because I lost one who never loved me but she lost the one who always loved him
