Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain
“Maa teri har ek fikra, tera zikra khud kohar pal karate hain.”
Le chalo koi mujhe us dagar, jahan ham wapis bacche ban jate hain
Kyo ham bade hokar apne hi bado par chillane lag jate hain
चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं
लौट कर
मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
We sat
And talked
About nothing
I looked
Into
Your eyes
your eyes are so dreamy
your lips are so soft
your body is so lovely
why
जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
