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.
Zamane bhar ki baton mei hame bhula na dena
jab kabhi yaad aaye to zara muskura dena
zinda rahe to milenge dost
nahi to har diwali mere naam ka diya jala dena
I LOVE YOU are 3 words;
But it takes:
3 seconds to read;
3 minutes to think;
3 hours to understand;
3 days to demonstrate;
3 weeks to explain;
And whole life to prove it!
Aapki yad na aaye to hum bewafa, Aap bulao aur na aaye to hum bewafa,
Hume maarne k liye khanjar ki zarurat nahi,1bar nazar fer lo, na mar jaye
to hum bewafa
