We dance circles around each other.
Making eye contact now and then.
Smiling, giggling like 2-year-olds.
Making flirty remarks to each other.
We promise.
We try not to fall.
But in the end one of us does.
In our little dance of love.
Usually me.
And you're never there to catch me.
Like a good partner should.
I hit the floor.
And I hit it hard.
I pick myself up, dust myself off,
and we start the dance over again.
prrem or tyaag ke dhage se juda hota hai,
ek vishwas dosti kaa!
duniyan ke sabhi
प्यारी जग से न्यारी माँ,
खुशियां द
yoon zindgi ke khawab dikha gaya tu
muskurakar apna bana gaya tu
behti hui
Hurt and pain.
There's much to gain.
Peace and love.
It's
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
fakat yah jaanta
jo mit gaya who jee gya
moond kar
