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.
Ghar mom ka pahlay to banaya nahi jata,
ban gayay to sooraj say bachaya nahi jata,
ab tum ho muqabil to mujhay harna hoga,
tum ko to meri jan haraya nahi jata ........
Once you have loved, You will always love. For
what''s in your mind may escape, but what''s in
your heart will remain forever. There is no
instinct like that of the heart
