Best songsandstories Shayari, Status, Quotes, Stories

Suranya

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

Marta Nahi Hai Ishq O Mirza, Sadiyaan Sahiba Rehti Hai. ~Gulzar I have often heard that am obsessed with happy endings. But I wonder. What is truly that One story like? A love that culminates into forever? Or a love that doesn't? They say the greatest love is often incomplete like Romeo Juliet, Heer Ranjha, Laila Majnu, Sahiba Mirza and even tales from our epics like the love of Ram Sita, Kanha Radha and Shiva Sati. So where is love triumphing in those tales? Being in Love doesn't really mean you always end up together in a pitch perfect story, get married o

Marta Nahi Hai Ishq O Mirza, Sadiyaan Sahiba Rehti Hai. ~Gulzar I have often heard that am obsessed with happy endings. But I wonder. What is truly that One story like? A love that culminates into forever? Or a love that doesn't? They say the greatest love is often incomplete like Romeo Juliet, Heer Ranjha, Laila Majnu, Sahiba Mirza and even tales from our epics like the love of Ram Sita, Kanha Radha and Shiva Sati. So where is love triumphing in those tales? Being in Love doesn't really mean you always end up together in a pitch perfect story, get married o

Suranya

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

Zindagi Bewafaa Hai Yeh Maana Magar Chor Kar Raho Mein Jaoge Tum Agar Cheen Launga Main Aasmaan Se Tumhe... #songsandstories She had left without a goodbye. He could not even hold her in his arms. He had danced to destruction. Perhaps of a part of himself. That ached him. For years he had wandered. Like a vagabond. Truly homeless. He had spend days and nights, decades and eras wandering through the desert, the forest and the mountains. There was no peace in his heart, no purpose to life. His hands still searched hers, his eyes never tired in a look out for her soul. Somewhere in the crowd, he believe

Zindagi Bewafaa Hai Yeh Maana Magar Chor Kar Raho Mein Jaoge Tum Agar Cheen Launga Main Aasmaan Se Tumhe... #songsandstories She had left without a goodbye. He could not even hold her in his arms. He had danced to destruction. Perhaps of a part of himself. That ached him. For years he had wandered. Like a vagabond. Truly homeless. He had spend days and nights, decades and eras wandering through the desert, the forest and the mountains. There was no peace in his heart, no purpose to life. His hands still searched hers, his eyes never tired in a look out for her soul. Somewhere in the crowd, he believe

Suranya

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

Sadiyon Se Tarse Hai Jaisi Zindagi Ke Liye Teri Sauhbat Mein Duaayein Hain Ussi Ke Liye -Raabta In a land of warriors, of battles, scars and deaths, she spoke of love. Love in the purest forms. Of platonic ways and breaking barriers of society. She pined for love. For some she seemed mad. Others called her a goddess. Some said she was lonely. A widow at such a young age. Most flocked to hear her sing. She sang praises. Songs of love. Of hardship. And sacrifices. She found life in him. Solace in him. She found the life she always sought. Wearing a saffron attire she danced in her own world.

Sadiyon Se Tarse Hai Jaisi Zindagi Ke Liye Teri Sauhbat Mein Duaayein Hain Ussi Ke Liye -Raabta In a land of warriors, of battles, scars and deaths, she spoke of love. Love in the purest forms. Of platonic ways and breaking barriers of society. She pined for love. For some she seemed mad. Others called her a goddess. Some said she was lonely. A widow at such a young age. Most flocked to hear her sing. She sang praises. Songs of love. Of hardship. And sacrifices. She found life in him. Solace in him. She found the life she always sought. Wearing a saffron attire she danced in her own world.