rozana ki bhag daur mey hum sub yehi intzar ker rahey hain k hamari zindagi ka ek din essa aaega jab hamari tamam khuwaishain poori hojaengi, haan din to aaega, zaroor aaega, magar khatam khuwaishain nahi balkey zindagi hojaegi.
Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning, that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure’
Dil Ko Aram Milta Hai Tujhay Pane Se,
Meri Sans Main Sans Hai Bas Tere Hi Aane Se,
Kaise Tuh Chor Jati Hai Mujhay Bhari Mehfil Main Tanha,
Kya Dar Lagta Hai Tujhe Mere Karib Aane Say...
