Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
Dard kya hota hai batayenge kisi roz, ek achchhi si gazal sunayenge kisi roz, udne do parindon ko aazad fizaaon me, agar apne hue tau laut aayenge kisi roz..
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.