Khuda kisi ki muhabbat pe fida na kare,
Agar kare to zindagi bhar judaa na kare...
Bari mushkil me hon
mein kaise izhaar karon
tu to khushbu hai
tujhe kaise giraftar karon....
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
''''FaCt Of LiFe''''
When u StaRt CarRiNg AbOuT YOURSELF
You StaRt LoViNg SOMEBODY . . .
BuT
WhEn YoU StArT CaRiNg AbOuT OTHERS
SOMEBODY StArTs LoViNg U . . .
Socha yad na karke thoda tadpaye unko,
kisi aur ka naam lekar jlaye unko.
Par koi chot unko lagi to dard hame hoga,
ab koi ye bataye k kis tarah satayein unko.
