Ye Mana Ki Bade Hi Badnaam Hai Hum, Kar Jate Hai Shrarat Kyoki Insan Hai Hum, Lagaya Na Kariye Humari Bato Ko Dil Se, Aapko To Pata Hai Kitne Nadan Hai Hum !!
Hope is a breeze across an open field.
Anger comes from pounding on a door,
Positive one wants the door to yield.
Perhaps from this one senses something more.
Yearning is a song to wake the dead.
Very few can yearn for what is theirs.
Although love waits half-naked on the bed,
Life can seem a maze of doors and stairs.
Each soul pursues the prey of its desire,
Not knowing that to have must mean to kill.
There is no deed that documents love's fire;
In lovers' hearts, one comes and goes at will.
Ne
If I could die early I would ask God if I could be your guardian angel, so I could
wrap my wings around you and embrace you whenever you feel alone.