Dard apne dil ka humne
Ek arse ke bad khola hai
Bas bat ye alag hai
Ke dard labon se nahi alfazo se bola hai
Tum jan hi nahi sake hume
Hum kis kadar tum pe marte the
Bhula tha wo raz main
Badi mushqil aaj humne dil ko tatola hai
Yaad me teri yaraa
Aaj bhi aankh roti hai
Har aasu mera ek shola hai
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
woh zindagi bhi kya zindagi hogi
jisme zindagi hi naa **
koi gam nhi
aur
sala tumhe loot kar hi khayega
Na jaane kaha hai aya hai…
Na jaane kaha ko jaega..
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Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
We sat
And talked
About nothing
I looked
Into
Your eyes
tu khud ki khoj mein nikal
tu kis liye hataash hai
जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती
Can no one see this smile I'm faking,
See how, inside, I'm constantly shaking?
Th
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
