labo pe geat to aankho mei khwab rakhte the.. kabhi kitabo mei hum bhi gulaab rakhte the .. kabhi kisi ka jo hota tha intezar humei.. bada hi sham o sehar ka hisaab rakhte the...
gulab mohabbat ka pagam nahi hota,chand chandni ka pyar sare aam nahi hota,pyar to hota hai man ki nirmal bhabnao se,varna uun hi radhey-krishna ka naam nahi hota.
Guzre lamho ko mein aksar dhundta mil jaunga tum se bhi hoker juda mein tumko mil jaunga ghar se bahar jab kadam apna rakhogey ek bhi banke mein tumko tumhara rasta mil jaunga
Apki yad ne mujhe fir rula diya,bohut khush ho ap zalim jisne hame ye sila diya,2 shabd v likhna na ata tha hume,or aaj apki mohabbat ne mujhe shayar bana diya.
