Wohi izhar kafi tha Tumhe ik din kaha tha jo K tum se piyar karte hain Wo lamha bhool q bethe Wo jumla bhool q bethe Abhi tajdeed mango ge Meri belos chahat ki Tumhe ek bar phir se who Mohabbat na mile shayad Ye jo tum rooth bethe ho Tumhari kam nighai hay Tumhe gar piyar karna tha Hamare sath chalna tha Wo ek izhar sun lete Wohi izhar kafi tha Tumhe ek din kaha tha jo K Tum se PYAAR karte hain
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.
Anyone can give up.
It’s the easiest thing in the world to do.
But to hold it together,
When everything seems like falling apart;
That’s true strength.
