Woh bewafa hamara imtihaan kya legi,
milengi nazron se nazar toh nazar jhuka legi,
use meri kapar p diya jalane ko math kehna,
woh nadaan hain doston apna haath jala legi...!!
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.
