Time Spent with yOu ,fills me With sheer happiNess.
I know togethEr we will neVer be ..and this Does leave Me in sAdness.
When I see yOur smile ,I cAn''t help but smile too ..
At times I hear vOices bUt mainly They Are Just screaMs ..
The way I hold mySelf TOgether Is alot harder thaN It Seems ..
It Has The HANDSTo Help Other
It Has FEETTo Hasten To Poor & Needy
It Has EYESTo See Misery & want
It Has EARS To hear Thee Sights & Sorrows Of Men . . .
Seh liya har dard humne haste haste''
ujd gaya ghar mera yaaro baste baste''
ab wafa kare to kis se kare yaaro''
wafa karne gaye to bewafa hi mile raste raste..
If I were to descirbe true love then i would descirbe it as what a snow man did to a snow women,
hegave her warm hug & they both melted in each others arms...!
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.
Teri baaten hi sunane aaye
Dost bhi dil hi dukhane aaye
Phool khilte hai to hum sochte hai
Tere aane ke zamane aaye
Ab to rone se bhi dil dukhta hai
Shayad ab hosh thikane aaye
