If I were to descirbe true love then i would descirbe it as what a snow man did to a snow women,
hegave her warm hug & they both melted in each others arms...!
dont care so much
i may get used to it
dont cum so near
i may not detach frm it
dont put so much faith
i cant handle it
dont touch me d way u did
i may not get over it
dont start sumthin i wont b able to END.. ..
khwab bankar aapke sapno me aayenge
khayal bankar yaado se guzar jayenge
palko ko band karke dil se yaad karna
tasveer bankar apki aankho me utar jayenge
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.
Bichedte hue yaad de jayenge
Khud sone se pehle unhi ko 1 khwab de jayenge
Unhe gila hai ke hm jawab nahin dete
Saanso ke rukne se pehle har jawab dy jayenge
