Two hearts make frienship, many hearts try to break that friendship, but making or breaking depends on the level which that two hearts beats for each other.
Hajaro ke sath rehte he hm Khusi me aur gm me yuni Khilte h hm, jese khilta h gulab,Tamana yahi h k hme b kabi yad karlena aap,kya pata kb murjha jaye ye hm.
Ishq Ke phool Bhi Khilte hain .. Bikhar Jaate hain .. Zakhm Kaise Bhi hon ..Kuch roze main Bhar Jaate hain .. Us khwaboon main Aab koi Nahi Aur hum Bhi Nahi .. Itne roze Se Aaye hain ... Chup Chaap Guzar Jaate hain ..
Poocho na us kaagaz se, jis per hum dil ke bayaan likhte hain, tanhaayion mein beeti baatein tamaam likhte hain, woh kalam bhi dewani ho gayi, jis se hum tumhaara naam likhte hain.....
