Tujhe Yaad Karta Hu ♥

May 21, 2013Written by dev

Tujhe Aaine mein dekhna acha lagta hai
Kabhi yaadon mein dekhna acha lagta hai ♥

Jab bhi aati ho nazmo mein ban tarz kahu
Tujhko geeto mein gunguna acha lagta hai ♥

Ho pyaar mein aitbaar me ya mere raazdaar me
Dil ke jawab mein sunana acha lagta hai ♥

Batein karta hu khud se bewaqt kabhi
Khwaabo me tum se milna acha lagta hai ♥

Maine maana hai tujhe khud se khuda tak
Har ibaadat me tujhe yaad karna acha lagta hai ♥

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