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.
Zindagi ki raah mein aage chalte jana har pal,
Mur ke na dekh beete hue pal
Jo nahin tha tera tujhe nahin mila,
Jo milgaya uske sath guzaar apna har pal
Two tear drops were floating
down a river. The first one *
asked "who are you from" she
replied, "I’m from a girl whose
man left her. Who you from?"
He replied, "I’m from the man who
regrets letting her go."
COURT ORDER! Ur accused of crawling into my HEART,& hijacking
my smiles with your care.Hw du plead? GUILTY! U R sentenced
2 b MY Better Half 4-LIFE-no bail!
Hur dil ke dharkan mein koe baat hoti hai. Hur udas zindigi me kisi ke yad hoti hai. Tumhain pata ho na ho tumhari Hur khushi k peche humari (dua) hoti hai
