The power of a glance... It is in this way that love begins, and in this way only... Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.
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 kar deta hai bekrar, bhar deta hai pathar k dil mein pyaar, har 1
ko nahi milti zindagi ki ye bahar, kyunki ishq ka dusra naam hai
intezar.........
Hum Say Kabhi Zikr Judai Math Karna, Ess Dil Ki Kabhi Ruswai Math Karna,"Tum Jan Ho Meri" Bus Etna Samjh Lo, Mery Enn Lafzoo Ko Nailaam Math Karna. IFFI
