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!
your name on my hand but I washed it the next day. I wrote your name in the sand but the waves washed it away. I wrote your name in my heart and forever it will stay
Lamha lamha intzar kiya us lamhe ke liye or woh lamha aya bhi to bus ek lamhe ke liye, guzarish yehi hai khuda se ke kash woh lamha fir aye 1 lamhe ke liye .
