aasmaan ke sitare humko dekhte hai, hum kuch anjani soch mein pad jate hai, har lamha hum aisa mehsoos karte hai, ke voh kuch kehte hi chup ho jate hai.
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!
While you gave her flowers, you gave me thorns. While all she did was smile, all I did is mourn. While she was so happy, I felt so blue. Because while you loved her, I was loving you.
