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Self Created

True inner joy is self – created.
It does not depend on outer circumstances.
A ri

LAGTA HAI US SE MOHABBAT HONE LAGI HAI

Surat na dekhi maine uski 

Moorat phir bhi uski ban ne lagi hai 

Din ko

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

Its not the way you think
Its not that I want to hurt
Its just a wrongly put effort

Its not that I mean to offend

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune

Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?

You poison me with your eyes,

Your lips curving, drawing me in.

How can you trust

You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

salamat rahe hamari dosti

Salamat rahe dosti ye hamari

Yu hi ekta ho dua hai hamari

Teri mushkilein mujhe m

Our Hearts Will Always Touch
When I laid there beside you,
Could you feel me there?
My arms were wrapped around you,
And

samaaj ki bate

भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत स

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