the PROBLEM with people like me/who don't speak at all/or speak a lot/a lot/when they open/is that no one actually HEARs them/in either way
Try to HEAR my voice/
Can nobody HEAR me? I've got a lot that's on my mind I cannot breathe Can you HEAR it, too?
sharing my PROBLEMS with others is making me more weak/
Warmth of the Sun in Winters/
Pertaining to the fancy/flowery words used by poets.
Bekhudi be sabab nahi ghalib kuch to hai jis ki parda dari hai.
a love letter/
Dear Brother, Happy Birthday! You're better than 1000 Friends. Love Your Sister
Glittering / tinsel-like
meharbaan ho ke bulaa lo mujhe chaaho jis waqt main gayaa waqt nahin hoon ke phir aa bhi na sakoon __Ghalib
a conversation where no one is listening/
Lasting a very short time/
All i can see is broken hearts. Adorned together/deceiving
The care taker of this place told me these thin beautiful bricks are from lahore, Pakistan.