Aapki yad na aaye to hum bewafa, Aap bulao aur na aaye to hum bewafa,
Hume maarne k liye khanjar ki zarurat nahi,1bar nazar fer lo, na mar jaye
to hum bewafa
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.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Pyar kiya to unki mohabat nazar ayi,
dard hua hume to palke unki bhar ayi.
Do dilo ki dhadkan me ek bat nazar ayi,
dil to unka dhadka par awaz is dil se ayi.
truly loves
A guy on a sinking ship was confused if he should save the girl who loved him or the one he loves after thinking he saved the one who loved him.. but went back to drown with the girl he truly loves.
