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.
Har sham se tera izhaar kiya karte hai,
Har khwab me tera didar kiya karte hai,
Diwane hi to hai hum tere,
Jo har waqt tere milne ka intzaar kiya karte ha
Khuda kisi ki muhabbat pe fida na kare,
Agar kare to zindagi bhar judaa na kare...
Bari mushkil me hon
mein kaise izhaar karon
tu to khushbu hai
tujhe kaise giraftar karon....
if 100% peoples loves u then i am 1 of them. If 99% peoples loves u then i am among those 1% who loves u. But if the day comes when 100% peoples hates u then b sure that i am dead.
If "U" loVe someone, be sUre 2 teLl thEm eveRy daY;
becaUse oNe Day "U" migHt nOt bE abLe 2 telL thEm becAuse iT was toO laTe anD thEy arE no lonGer theRe..
if i could stop time i would stop it
every time you looked at me, smiled at me,
waved at me, or hugged me,
just so the moment could last a little longer.
