Rangat teri zulfo ki ghatao ne churai
Khusboo tere anchal se hawao ne udai
Paimane ka dil na tut jaye to kahu main
Hai cheez gazab ki jo nigaho ne pilai
You must be a good runner
because you are always running in my mind,
you must be a good thief
because you have stolen my heart,
and i am always a bad shooter
because I Miss You Always...
HUMAARI LIFE US WAQT COMPLETE HOTI HAI
JAB AAP HON OR MAIN HOON OR HUMAARE
CHHOTHE CHHOTHE PYARE PYARE SWEET SWEET
NANAY MUNAY AUR SHARAARTY "SMS" HON.
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.
