Two hearts make frienship, many hearts try to break that friendship, but making or breaking depends on the level which that two hearts beats for each other.
Mohabbat me lakhon zakham khaye humne* *afsos unhe hum par aitbar nahi.* *Mat pucho kya guzarti hai is dil par* *jab vo kehte hai hum unke liye kuch bhi nahin.*
DIL KI GALI BOHAT VIRAN HAI KHATRE MIEN AB JAAN HAI MOHABBAT BHI HAIRAN HAI K KAISA YEH INSAAN HAI BULA BULA K HAARI MAIN TO EK WO ZALIM HAI K ANJAAN HAI
Ishq Ke phool Bhi Khilte hain .. Bikhar Jaate hain .. Zakhm Kaise Bhi hon ..Kuch roze main Bhar Jaate hain .. Us khwaboon main Aab koi Nahi Aur hum Bhi Nahi .. Itne roze Se Aaye hain ... Chup Chaap Guzar Jaate hain ..
Aap ki Muskaan Hamaari Kamjori hai, Aapse keh na pana Hamaari Majburi hai, Aap q nahi samajhte is Khaamoshi ko? Kya Khamoshi ko Zubaan dena zaruri hai?
