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Aug 10 07 9:53 PM

QUOTE (Ravi Kopra @ August 08, 2007 11:46 pm)
QUOTE (Amaan @ August 08, 2007 11:11 pm)
choriye bhi yeh piyaar ki batain
rasme-wafa dost yaar ki batain

yaha nahi rehta koi sada kisi ka
kyon karte ho ikhtiyaar ki batain

beetaygi umar na mileygi manzil
sooch le jitni bhi diyaar ki batain

khookli duniya ruswaayi se bhari
na dhoond ismei mayaar ki batain

hote hain mast nazaroon se ghayal
naa karna kisi se hatyaar ki batain

kab tuk wafa ka bharam bharayga
nahi sunta koi dukhyaar ki batain

taajub hoga tujh per Amaan ko gar
ab bhi kare tu visl-e-yaar ki batain

don't talk of love
no one is faithful
trust no one
never will you
get what you want

the world is all worhtless, all hot gas
where will you find love here?
no one listens to sorrows here
I'll be surprised if you still
look for love here.



is this what you are trying to tell in your poem, Amaan?

thanks Ravi ji, and you understood very well that what im tryin to say in this poetry

Sometimes I cut myself to see how much I bleed and how much it hurts!!!!