Ur sms is electrical activity of my
Heart...!
Ur miss call is beat of my
Heart...!
Ur call is blood circulation of my
heart...!
So please keep active my
Heart...!
Ek taaza kalaam aaya hai...
Arz kia hai...
Jis ko ho sir azeez...
Woh hum se hat ker chaley...
Hum sir phiron ke saath...
Koi sir phira chaley...
Wah wah :-"
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.