Kuch Umer Ki Pehli Manzil Thi, …. Kuch Raste Thay Anjan Buhat, …. Kuch Ham Bhi Pagal Thay Lekin, …. Kuch Wo Bhi Thay Nadan Buhat, …. Kuch Usne Bhi Na Samjhaya, …. Yeh Piyar Nahi Aasan Buhat, …. Aakhir Hamne Bhi Khail Liya, …. Jis Khail Mein Thay Nuqsan Buhat
Socha yad na karke thoda tadpaye unko,
kisi aur ka naam lekar jlaye unko.
Par koi chot unko lagi to dard hame hoga,
ab koi ye bataye k kis tarah satayein unko.
dont care so much
i may get used to it
dont cum so near
i may not detach frm it
dont put so much faith
i cant handle it
dont touch me d way u did
i may not get over it
dont start sumthin i wont b able to END.. ..
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.
