Love Is That Ocean
In Which If You Drown,
You Won''t Call For Help
Because
It''s The Suicide
That
You Have Committed
To Begin Another
Beautiful Life ... (:
Yaad kar ke Mujhe Taqleef to Hoti Hogi...
Aik Qissa Hoon Puraana sa Bhula De Mujh ko...
Dubte Dubte Aawaaz teri soon jaaoon...
Aakhri Baar Tu Saahil se Sada De Mujh ko !!!!
You know you''re in love when at those times you''re apart,
You find yourself gazing at the sky in the
direction she lives and feeling some peace in
knowing that you live under the same sky.
Saahil Ki Ret Par Ek Baar Tera Naam Likha Tha Maine
Tanhai Ke Un Palon Mein Tujhe Hi Yaad Kiya Tha Maine
Saagar Ki Maujon Ne Tera Naam To Mita Diya Par
Na Mit Saka Woh Naam Jo Dil Pe Likha Tha Maine
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.
