If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you
And share with you its beautyOn the days you are feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own A place to find serenity A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea But all these things I am findingAre impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair But let me be what I
know bestA friend that's always there

You've given me a reasonFor smiling once again,
You've filled my life with peaceful dreamsand
you've become my closest friend।
You've shared your heartfelt secrets
And your trust you've given me,
You showed me how to feel
againTo laugh, and love,
and see
।If life should end tomorrowAnd from this world
I should part,
I shall be forever young
For you have touched my heart

You are cloud, sea, forgetting;you are also what you lost in a moment--we are all those who have left.The reflection of our face in the mirrorchanges each instantand every day has its own labyrinth.The cloud vanishing in the sunset is our image;endlessly, a rose becomes another rose. --Jorge Luis Borges

Don’t compare love with ग्लास
Where crack can’t be रेपैरेड
Compare love with the ट्रेवल
Which doesn’t have any fare

The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love,
and something to hope for…

ISHQ KARNAY K BHI KUCH AADAB HOTAY HAIN..
JAGTI ANKHOON MAI BHI KUCH KHAWAB HOTAY HAIN..
HAR KOI ROO DAY YA ZARORI TU NAHI..
KHUSHK ANKHOON MAI BHI SAYLAB HOTAY HAIN

Maine usse ek ishara kiyaUsne salaam likh ke bheja.Maine pucha tumhara naam kya hai?Usne chand likh ke bheja.
Maine pucha tumhe kya chahiye?Usne saara aasmaan likh ke bheja.
Maine pucha kab miloge?Usne qyamat ki sham likh ke bheja.
Maine pucha kis se darte ho?Usne muhabbat ka anjaam likh ke bheja.
Maine pucha tumhe nafrat kis se hai?Usne..Mera hi naam likh ke bhejaa…

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.- Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul."--St. Augustine

"A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous."--Ingrid Bergmen

कौन कहता है की प्यार पुरा होता है
अरे प्यार का तो पहला शब्द ही अधुरा होता है