Daru aur Cigarette peenewala insaan
kabhi matlabi
nahi hota...
Jise apni
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
Your dove like eyes,
Has me hypnotized.
Your sweet smile,
My love for her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without h
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight, you'd have to go far.
Zindagi ko jina sikh lo,
Zindagi se ladna sikh lo,
Hausla rakho sabse uper,
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
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