Khaber he kaha thi k tum sy itni Muhabt ho jayie k tum sy ek pal b door na rha paye gie itni ulfat ho jayie gie tum bulao ya na bulao hum khud he jana tumhry pass chaly ayie gy
Jawani ko zindagi ka nikhaar kahte hai
Patjhad ko chaman ka nikhar kahte hai
Ajeeb chalan hai is duniya ka Yaaro
Ek dhokha hai jise hum sab Pyar kahte
Hai !
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.
Far away from here
totally inaccessible.
That is where you are.
Here next to me, within reach.
That is where you are.
Where ever you go or when,
you will always be near me.
