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.
Two tear drops were floating
down a river. The first one *
asked "who are you from" she
replied, "I’m from a girl whose
man left her. Who you from?"
He replied, "I’m from the man who
regrets letting her go."
Zindge youn the ke jenee ka bahana tu tha
Hum tu faqat zaib-e-hikayat the, afsana tu tha
Jese Jese chaha tere hijran main wo log
Atee jatee musam the zamana tu tha
Dost dost ke hatoon main kamanee theen farhan
Sabhi dekh ke such rahee the, nishana tu tha.
Aankhon me rahne walo ko yaad nahi karte,
Dil me rehne walo ki baat nahi karte,
Hamari to ruh me bus gaye hain aap,
Tabhi to hum milne ki fariyaad nahi karte