Ek too hi hai meri “Friend”
Girl friend mai kiya janu.
Kise hota hai “pyar” bhala isko mai kiya janu.
Mai to tere pyar ki khusboo dil se hi pahchanu.
Teri muhabbat aisi hai phoolo mai jaise gulab
Mai kitna bhi karun tang rahti hai hardam paas.
Jab bhi karta hoon dil se yaad
Turant aa jati hai miss call ke saath
Sapne mai roz aati hai mujhko bahut satati hai
Tera satana pyar jatana karta hai pagal diwana
Mere gale se lipat kar too karti hai ji bhar kar pyar
Tujh jaisi koi nahi jo karti hai itna pyar.
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Jazbon Se Wo Apne ShoKh Hathon Par
Wafa Ki Surkh Mehndi Se Usi Ka
Naam likhti Hai
Jisse Wo
Pyar Karti Hai
Mgar wo
Na Samajh LarKi
Abhi Tak Ye Nahi Samjhi
K Sapne
Toot Jaayen To ?oht ?arbaad Karte Hain
Ye Ujle
Rang Hathon Par Kabhi thehra
Nahi Karte
Mohabhat To Haqeeqat Hai
Koi Sapna Nahi Hota
Kisi Ka Naam
Likhne Se
Koi Apna Nahi Hota . . . /
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[ Tum pasandidah kitab ho ]
Aksar sochti rahi !!!
Main tumhari sabse ziyada
Pasandida kitab ki tarah h0n
Jo neend mei bhi
Tumhare seene mei khul kar rehti he
Tum mujhe parrhte ho
Harf-Harf samajhte ho
Sparsh karte ho
Main aur bhi gehrey utar jati h0n
Tumhare ghar ke
Kone kone mei dikh jati h0n
Wahin-Wahin jahan jahan
Tum mujhe dh0ndte rahe
phir achanak Q !!!
Seene mei rakhi kitab ko
DhairoN kitab ke beech rakh dya
Ek baar bhi nahi chaaha
kitab par jami dhool ko
hata dooN . .
usey usi jagah rakh dooN . .
Thora parh looN . .
Aur keh dooN
Tum hi meri pasandidah kitab ho. .
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