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.
Kanch ko chahat thi pathar paane ki,
ek pal me fir toot kar bikher jaane ki.
Chahat bas itni thi us diwane ki,
Apne hazaar tukdo me uski hazaar Tasveer sajane ki.
wo muhabat hai meri koi majbori to nahi wo mjhy chahy ya mil jay zarori to nahi ya kia km hai k basa hai meri ankho ma wo rahy meri nazro k samany ya zarori to nahi
1 bat bataon raaz ki?kro us larki se ishq.Jis k chehre pe ho sadgi.Sanso mei ho tazgi Chandni ho chand ki,Rani ho rat ki Khushbu ho gulab ki.Baten kre pyar ki. Nazuk ho mizaj ki. Ache ho ikhlaq ki, paband ho namaz ki. khidmat kre maa bap ki. aur kahey main hon sirf aap ki
ISHQ AUR DOSTI MERI ZINDAGI KA UNWAN HAY
ISHQ MERI ZINDAGI DOSTI MERA EMAN HAY
ISHQ PAY KAR DON MEIN APNI SARI ZINDAGI
PAR DOSTI PAY MERA ISHQ B QURBAN HAY
