Bahut rode aate ishq ki raah me ,
bahut aansoo behete he unki chaah me,
bahut milti he tanhai mere dost,
na jane kitne aashiq hote he kurban,
yuhi nahi banti mohabbat ki dastan.......
kitne hi gehre ho samandar to kya,
ishq k toofano ki koi hadd nahi hoti,
mohabbat karte to bahut he is duniya me magar e-'dil',
har kisi ki mohabbat me wo sachchai nahi hoti,
Why Australians have a right to be mad
CRICKET today being not a sport but a cashflow activity, it is fair and proper that India should be on top of the heap. Indians collect more money for cricket than Americans collect for baseball. Between Lalit Modi and Sharad Pawar, don't be surprised if India's cricket money one day matches Saudi Arabia's oil money.
Here I am again
Lying in my bed,
With oh, so many thoughts
Of you dancing around in my head.
The smell of your aftershave
The softness of your touch,
The words of love you whisper
All these thoughts seem to come in a rush.
The clock keeps on ticking
Time is drifting by.
I see the sun is rising
Out of the corners of my eyes.
Yet sleep has eluded me
Once again I did not sleep,