Wo humari fikar mai itne mashroof the,
Ki unhe pata hi nahi chala ki wo hume zindagi bhar ka dard de gaye.-
Tum pyaar karna heer ki taraha,
Mai ranjha banjau yeh waada hai mera.-
Many people left me because they were busy in taking care of someone else, but they forget that there is someone who exists in their life. They remember me when they need me or that person, leave them. I know who I am and what colours I portray in front of others. I can apprehend if you take me for granted, or you are real with me. Perhaps, today or the day after tomorrow, you will miss me and the bond we shared because it's priceless. It's not my overconfidence, but the efforts and love I give in every bond.
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Why my anger is always considered to be a prime factor of my behaviour? The good things which I did, why don't they portray my true colours? Is it necessary to hide your dark side behind your mask when you talk with someone? Why do people only react to your anger and forget the love and respect you gave?
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Aankhe nam hai, dil bekraar hai,
Pyaar kiya bhi esa ki ab bas behaal hai.-