hamne apni sanso par unka naam likh liya,
nahi jante the ki hamne kuchh galat kiya,
wo pyaar ka vada hamse karke mukar gaye,
khair unki bewafai se kuchh to sabak liya......
aaj
ke
baad
mujhe
call
mat
karna
na
sms
karna
baat
bhi
mat
karna
milne
ki
koshis h
to
bilkul
mat
karna
kyuki
doctor
ne
mu jhe
sweet
chizo
se
dur
rehne
ko
bola
hai
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.
Last night , thinking of u,
one tear rolled out,
i asked why r u out?
Tear said there is someone so beautiful in ur eyes,
now there is no place for me.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
