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
Heart is like a bottle of perfume.
If u never open it nobody knows the fragrance inside it..
If u keep it always open
soon u will loose ur fragrance.
So act wisely.
Beymaainay hotay hain woh lamhay jub tum paas nahi hotay
Lagtaa hai mujhay aisay ke zindagi tehr gayee ho jaisay
Aasman bhi beyrounuq sa lagtaa hai mujhay ke
Kisi nay chand taaron ki roshni chura lee ho jaisay
If she is an apple and you are an orange, celebrate your differences, Make a great fruit salad Love is not about being the same, Its about being sweet with each other.
What Is Love. . .
It''s A Blind Devotion, Unquestioned Self-Humiliatio,
Utter Submission, Trust And Beleif Against Yoursel
And
Against The Whole WorldGiving Up Your Whole Heart And Soul To The Smiter. . .
Love Is That Ocean
In Which If You Drown,
You Won''t Call For Help
Because
It''s The Suicide
That
You Have Committed
To Begin Another
Beautiful Life ... (:
KOCH IS TARA WO MERI ZINDAGI ME AAYE KOCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MERE SAAMNE AAJAE KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI MOHABBAT BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE APNA LEIN KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI K KHUSHI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE PANA CHAHE
