My love

Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying whether they'll give anything back. Or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. 
 
Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose...


But for me, it seems the other way....it just happened. I did not chose ...I did not intend to.....never did, never would. That is where my subconscious got the better of me I guess. But I am still glad I loved you. It told me how much I can care....how much I can love....and how little it can matter.  Invaluable. 


And invaluable are each bit of memories that I have of you. 

And yes, to be honest to the core, I would say true love is sacrifice. Of any kind ......its such a shame that I can't even get to sacrifice ..... alll that is being sacrificed is the love itself....or maybe it's being killed. :) . I hope that it is you yourself who has chosen to kill it....otherwise its just a little silly . . . . and in that case, you need to reconsider.

Pagla gai hain sach me kaa....

Humko to samjh me nhi aa rha hai ke prablum kaa hai aapko .....


You are acting as if I issued death threat to you instead of professing my love. :) .

Udgaar :)

Hum tumhe kyaa bataein ti kya dikha tumme hume

Bas koi humko batade ........... ke kyu na tum insaa(n) rahe

Dekhte hum reh gae or kitne sapne tut gae

Or ham sapne ko sach karne ki khatir lut gae

Na tumhe hum dosh denge par tumhi khud soch lo

Pyar wo ek ehsaar hai jiske liye hum mit gae .....