My heart, it speaks a thousand words
I feel eternal bliss
The roses pout their scarlet mouths
Like offering a kiss
No drop of rain, no glowing flame
Has ever been so pure
If being in love can feel like this
Then I''m in love for sure
Koi ankhon se baat ker leta hai,
koi ankhon me mulakat ker leta hai,
bada mushkil hota hai jawab dena
jab koi khamosh rehker saval ker leta hai...!!! :)
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.
