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.
Manoos Ajnabi Ab k December may Main nay bhi kuch khawab sjaye hain apni sard aankho'n may per darr lagta hai kahi yeh meray khawab pghel na jaye Dhoop pernay per....!!
We''ve known each other,
For a long long time,
But I never really noticed,
All the magic in your eyes,
I''ve been around you,
A thousand times before,
And you''ve always been a friend to me,
But now I''m wanting more
