"every drop has its own colour, every colour has its own meaning.. Stones r there for background.. Drops perform the dance in their own way "
this is a world..or a picture for which m writing dis.. Imagine a waterfal shower in greens..
-Poem- (dedicated)
Suruaat tmhari hoti to bahot hai..
Magar ant mere dil me hi hai shayad..
Chal rahi hai dhaar, chal rahi hai dhaar..
Apne hi hosh me magan..
Pehne ek safed aur chehre pe pyar ki rang.
Dekhna kisi pasand nahi tmhari khubsurti..
Kise pasand nahi tmhari sharm..?
Kise pasand nahi tmhari haya.. ?
Jaan-e-dushwar bana diya tmne mujhe apni hi jaan ka..
Ek nazar jo milti,
har har hasi jo tmhare chehre pe khilti..
Mere har tute fate dil ko jodti aur silti...
Gulabi ankhen jo teri dekhi..
Sharabi ye dil ho gya..
..har boond ka apna kam hai.. Har boond ki janam barshat se nai hoti.. Par fir v barshat banne to jati hai!!
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