Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
Rangat teri zulfo ki ghatao ne churai
Khusboo tere anchal se hawao ne udai
Paimane ka dil na tut jaye to kahu main
Hai cheez gazab ki jo nigaho ne pilai
Jis insan ko gussa zayada aata hai wo insan piyar bhi utuna hi zayada karta hai Becoz If red is a danger showing colour then red is also the colour of love
Dil se tera khayal na jaye to kya karu?
tu hi bata teri yaad aaye to kya karu?
hasrat hai ki ek nazar tujhe dubara dekh lu
kismat woh lamha na laye to kya karu?
Hanskar woh gamm ki saza dete hain,
zeher main thoda sa pyar mila dete hain,
jab bhi naam aata hain unke diwano ka,
log meri taraf ungliyan utha dete hain......!!!