Chupke se chand ki roshni aapki ho jaaye,Dheere se hawa aapko kuch keh jaaye... Dil se jo chahte ho wo maang lo Khuda se,Hum bhi dua karenge ki woh aapka ho jaaye...
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!
Aasmaan ke Taare Aksar Puchate hai Humse, Kya Tumhe Aaj bhi Intzaar hai Uske Laut aane ka...Aur Ye Dil Muskurake Kehta Hai, Mujhr Abb Tak Yakin nahi hua Uske jane ka !!!
EvryTime Wen a Msg Comes, I Open just Thinkin its U... Wen Its Not U I Wont get disappointed.. Still I Enjoy Dat Moment which Made me 2 thinK of "U"...