ishq k bhi kuch adab hua kartay hain
khusk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
har ek ro k dikhay zaruri to nahi
khushk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
I Wish My Eyes Could
Speak What My Heart
Feels For You,
Coz
My Lips Can Lie On What
Is True, But
My Eyes Couldn''t
Coz
Even If I Close Them
I Could Still See You
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
