I love your mouth for words come out that teach and soothe.
I love your hands for they heal with their touch.
I love your feet for they bring you to me with your gifts...
Hum iss qadar tumpe mar mittege
Tum jahan dekhoge hum hi tumhe dikhege
Rakhna har pal iss dil mein hamari yaad
Hamare baad hamare pyar ki daastaan duniya vaale likhege
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
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.
Pyar kisi se jo karoge ruswai hi milegi...
Wafa kar lo chahe jitni Bewafai hi milegi...
Jitna marzi kisi ko apna bana lo,
Jab ankh khulegi... Tanhai hi milegi !
