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.
Kahin wo mile to usay kehna K Lot aao Lot aao k koi shiddat se Barri muddat se Barri muhabat se tumhara intizar kar raha hai Lot aao k kisi ki bahare na hone se kisi ki aankhon mei nami or zindagi mei kami bohat zyada ha
Luv znt da need wich cn b fulfild by ne1..its da dezire wich cn only b fulfild by da 1who luvs u n whom u luv..so neva lose such a persn no matter wathapnz..;>
Chal aisy dais main chalty hain Jhan chand aur sooraj milty hon Jhan rang titley phelati hon Jhan khoshe kay jharnay behty hon Jhan baton say khoshbo ati ho Jhan piyar ki basti basti ho
HUMAARI LIFE US WAQT COMPLETE HOTI HAI
JAB AAP HON OR MAIN HOON OR HUMAARE
CHHOTHE CHHOTHE PYARE PYARE SWEET SWEET
NANAY MUNAY AUR SHARAARTY "SMS" HON.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Zubaan se tumhe keh nahi sakte
Isliye hmesha khuda se Fariyaad karte hai
Jab bhi tumhara Dil jor se dhadke
Samajh Lena hum tumhe
Dil se yaad karte hai.
