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 Man''s Love!
Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
ishq k bhi kuch adab hua kartay hain
khusk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
har ek ro k dikhay zaruri to nahi
khushk ankho mai bhi sailab hua kartay hain
Aur kuch nahi chahiye ek muskan hi kafi hai,
dil main bas ek Tamanna hi kafi hai,
Tamanna hai ye ki aap sada kush raho ,
hamen yaad rakhna ye ehsaan hi kafi hai
Shaam bhi udas hogi raat bhi udas hogi,Kafan me lipti meri laash hogi...
Ae dafna ke janewalon unse keh do,Qabar me bhi unki tasvir mere saath
hogi....
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
I love your mouth for words come out that teach and soothe.
I love your hands for they heal with their touch.
I love your feet for they bring you to me with your gifts...
