hasrat hai sirf tumhe pane ki aur koi khwahish nahi iis deewane ki shikwa mujhe tumse nahi khuda se hai kya zarurat thi tumhe itna khoobsarat banane ki.......
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
i try 2 take d pain away`by findin sum1 new,`bt dn i came 2 realyz`no1 cmpares 2u`&evn f i luk around`pretndin nt 2cry`il alwyZ go bak d day`u finaly sed gudby
I'll lend you my shoulder for you to cry on, my ears to listen to, my hand for you to hold, my feet to walk with you, but I can't lend you my heart coz it already belongs to you.
