Long after moments of closeness have passed,
A part of you remains with me
And warms the places your hands have touched
And hastens my heart for your return.
KOCH IS TARA WO MERI ZINDAGI ME AAYE KOCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MERE SAAMNE AAJAE KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI MOHABBAT BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE APNA LEIN KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI K KHUSHI BAN JAO KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE PANA CHAHE
''''To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for it is.. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away.
always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours''''
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.
