Love blooms in may colours and the colours are fast. They dont easily fade. . Like two sides of the same coin, Hate & Sacrifice both belong to `Love . And when `Love is hurt these are the only two channels throught which it has to choose to express itself. Like two giants they pull the tender-souled love to their respective sides and in this measuring of their strength lie hazardous storms for the poor tender Love. At times these storms tend even to kill the very Love-but Love dies hard. It suffers and comes out of the fire in a purer and more sublime form. . "How shall aheart be unsealed unless it be broken?" . And out of that broken heart and its bleeding wounds rishes a song that is poetry. As they say- "the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love song." . and in `Mehmaan you will hear such songs. Thers is somebody who sings like Khalil Gibran - "If you would possess you must not claim." .