Chale gaye ho dur kuch pal ke liye,
dur rehkar bhi karib ho har pal ke liye,
kaise yaad na aaye apki ek pal ke liye,
jab Dil me ho tum har pal ke liye..
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.
