kitna kuch tha ju kehna baqi tha.. kitna kuch tha ju kerna abhi baqi tha... main ne tao dhung se hur nuqsh ko hifz bhi na kya tha.. abhi tao os ki paishaani pe haath rukhna baaqi tha... abhi tao un ankhoon k khwab k diey jalaney thay... abhi tao un ankhoon ka julna baqi tha..
per najaney kyun... os ka chehra waqt k saath saath sufaid perh raha hai ... najaney kyun Loog osay mujh se dur ley jaarahe hien.. wuh ju mere shaanay pe sir rukhey ankhien num kerti thi ... aaj osay shaaney pe liey loog ashuk apnay chupa rahe hein ... dur mujh se ley jaa rahe hien
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,
O, but with mine, compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,
Or if it do, not from those lips of thine
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee.
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!
face nai banatay
