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!
Alone….. I’d be your shadow. Afraid….. Stay behind me.. Wanna cry…. Here is my shoulder… Need a hug…. I’d embrace you tight and say………….. What ever happens you have me!!
Nazar ne nazar se mulaqat kar li, rah dono khamosh par baat karli… Mohabbat ki fiza ko jab khush paya, in aankhon ne roh roh ke barsaat kar li… .......
