Love is like a delicate bird, If you hold it tightly it dies. If you hold it lightly, it’s sure to fly Away Right in front of your eyes
Love is like a rainbow, That falls far away into a pot of gold. We find ourselves searching But the adventure can surely become old.
Love is a story, Awaiting to be told, Love is a river, Flowing between the hill Gentle and calm, current almost still.
Love is a rushing water fall With tremendous currents busting at freewill Love is the definition of triumph The synonym of pain The joy of a broken heart To know that you once loved The sorrow of a young woman Who’s spirit never rose above.
Love is the warmth You feel from your glove. It is the battle of your life That only few seem to win And the majority that seems to lose Never wants to begin again You’ll never know love Until you experience it both ways The joy and happiness And also the horrible sad days Don’t Love? No don't Love Two, But Love One who always Loves YOU
वक़्त बर्बर था, राहे थी मुश्किल
साथ थे हमारे अपने, और बहुत दूर थी मंजिल
कयास नहीं था कोई थाम लेंगा गिरने पे हमे,
क्यूंकि चलना ही सिखा था हमने लड़खड़ा कर,
मेरे अपनों ने भी साथ छोड़ दिया,
बस ये समझ कर कहीं हम सहारा न मांग ले,
फिर वक़्त ने ली एक हसीं अंगडाई,
हम फिर उन्ही राहों में दौड़ने लगे,
अब न कोई अपना है न पराया,
कोई साथ हैं तो बस राहगीर
