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.
ISHQ AUR DOSTI MERI ZINDAGI KA UNWAN HAY
ISHQ MERI ZINDAGI DOSTI MERA EMAN HAY
ISHQ PAY KAR DON MEIN APNI SARI ZINDAGI
PAR DOSTI PAY MERA ISHQ B QURBAN HAY
I can chose who to care,
Who to protect,
Who to share life with,
But I can never chose wid whom to fall in love with
Cuz love is not a choice it is destiny…
Jab Koi Kalaam Kisi K Dil Mein utar Jaata Hai
Sach Kehta Hoon Likhne Wale Ka josh Nikhar Jaata Hai
Lagta Hai Kuchh To Hai Maayne Dil K Ehsaason K
Har Alfaaz Kagaz Par Khud Sawar Jaata Hai
