apni aghoosh main ik rooz chupa loo mujh ko ,
gham-e-duniya se meri jaan bacha loo mujh ko ,
in hi isharoon me de di ha ijazat maine ,
mangne se na milloo to chura loo mujh ko ,
apne saye se bhi ap to mujh ko dar lagta ha ,
ho jo mumkin to nigahoon me basa lo mujh ko ,
unhe likhna ha ik rooz khat me ye jana ,
main to khud ka bhi nahi apna bna lo mujh ko.
b careful when u give ur '' HEaRT '' to some 1 ,
bcoz when u give ur heart to some 1 ,
u r not only giving that person ,the right to '' LOVE '' U ,
but also a power to '' HURT '' U .
main lafjo se kuch bhi izhaar nahi karta,iska matlab yeh nahi ki main usse pyar nahi karta,cahata hoon main usse aaj bhi par uski soch main apna waqt bekaar nahi karta,kahin tamasha na ban jaye mohabbat meri isliye ape dard ko izhar nahi karta, jo kuch mila hai usi mai khush hoon main, uske liye khuda se takrar nahi karta,par kuch to baat hai uski fitrat mai jalim warna usse cahane ki khata baar-baar nahi karta.
When you walked
Into my life
Everything changed
What was stressed
Was then calm
What was confused
Was then clear
When you walked
Into my life
Everything changed
When you leapt
Into my heart
Everything changed
What was dull
Was then vibrant
What was drained
Was then brimming
When you leapt
Into my heart
Everything changed
Everything brightened
Everything shined
Everything glimmered
Everything glowed
Everything fluttered
Everything soared
Everything sighed
as loneliness died
What was frosted
Was then thawed
What was jaded
Was then fresh
When you slid
Into my arms
Everything changed
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
and how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
and I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
Love is like a hunter,
who cares not for the game
when once caught,
which he may have pursued
with the most intense
and breathless eagerness.
Love is strongest in pursuit;
friendship in possession.
