Kisi ki dhadkan ke piche koi baat hoti hai...
har dard ke piche kisiki yaad hoti hai...
aap ko pata na hoga...
apki har khushi ke peche hamari faryaad hoti 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....
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.
One day you might see yourself walking alone on a new path ,
no one seems in sight ,no one seems to have walked it earlier ,
dont give up midway , go on , reach ur dreams ,
the only reason you dont see anyone is because the world is following u
Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. But not loving so you don''t get hurt is like killing yourself before you die.
