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
Your Heart Was Frozen With The Endless Suffering
It Became So Hard Like A Rock
No Tear Can Melt It
No Fear Can Shake It
But My Love. . . I Still LOVE Your Frozen Heart
If she is an apple and you are an orange, celebrate your differences, Make a great fruit salad Love is not about being the same, Its about being sweet with each other.
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
We must widen the circle of our love until it embraces the whole village; the village in turn must take into its fold the district; the district the province, and so on till the scope of our love encompasses the whole world.
