True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
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.
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,
If i were to describe true love than i wud describe it as what a snowman did to a snow woman, he gave her a warm hug and they both melted in each others arms...
I want to steal the colors of life
I want to touch the moon
I want to feel the fragrance of life
it''s my wish it''s my wish
I want to hear the voice of life
I want to be a ray of life....
Humare dil me dhadkan aapki sunai deti hai,
Aankhon me surat aapki dikhai deti hai.
Chalte to hum hai lekin,
jab mudte hain to parchhai aapki dikhai deti hai.
