Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn''t diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives. . .
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.
A bell is no bell ''til you ring it,
A song is no song ''til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
Til you give it away.
Tujhay kia khabar teri yaad
Nay humein kaisay kaisay sata dia
Kabhi khalwaton mein hansa dia
Kabhi mehfilon mein rula dia
Teray ishq mein kabhi yun huwa
K namaz apni qaza hui
teri aarzoo ne kabhi mujhe meray pak rab se mila dia
Aaj bhi unhe pyaar karte hain hum,
har pal unka deedar karte hain hum,
woh na mile uska gum nahi...
par jiyen kaese kyunki aaj bhi utna hi yaad karte hain hum!
