Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
If I had the letters "HRT",
I can add "EA" to get a "HEART"
or a "U" and get "HURT".
But I''d rather choose "U" and get "HURT" than have a "HEART" without "U".
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...!!! :)
tum meri soch ho tumhe koi soche kyo,
tum meri chaht ho tumhe koi chahe kyo,
tum mera aina ho tumhe koi dekhe kyo,
tum meri dua ho tumhe koi mange kyo,
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.
ISHQ KARNAY K B KUCH AADAAB HOTAY HEIN.. JAGTI ANKHOON MAY B KUCH KHAWAB HOTAY HEIN.. HAR KOI ROO DAY YA ZARORI TU NAI.. KHUSHK ANKHOON MAY B SAYLAB HOTAY HEIN rizzy
How can you tell the sun not to shine, when clouds exist. How can you ask leaves not to fall when wind exists. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist.
