Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Sabub Judai Ka Kuch To Batao Mujhay Phir Chahay Dil-O-Jaan Say Satao Mujhay Chalo Ye Mana K Fursat Nahe Tumhay Magar Ye Lazim To Nahe K Bhool He Jao Mujhay
bottle main Pepsi say zyaada
....used Socks main smell say bhi zyaadaa....
Adnan Sami main charbi say zyaada...
Mithai main sweet say zyaada...
Pakistan main coruption say zzyaada... I LOVE U
Cheat and love
but dont love and cheat,
Think and love
but dont love and think
Break the heart and love
but don''t love and break the heart
Dnt ever leave the one u love for the one u like,
because the one u like will leave u for the one they love...
is tarah sataya hai pareshaan kiya hai goya k muhabbat nahi ehasaan kiya hai socha tha k tum dosaron jaise nahi hoge tum ne bhi wahi kam meri jan kiya hai mushkil tha bohut mere liye tark-e-taalluq ye kam bhi tum ne mera asaan kiya hai
