Sath dil k chaly dil ko Nahin Roka ham ny Jo na apna ta usy toot k chaha ham ny aik dhoky main Kati umar hamari sari Kia bataon k kis ko paya kis ko koya ham ne
Till I Die Or Till She Understand
Dat Something Is Wrong
Which Makes Us Feel Sad
Dats The Day Wen I Can Say Happily Dat
Nothings Wrong
Its You And Me Once More
Love is like a missed-call It stops before you catch it But Friendship is like an "SMS" It comes to you inbox and stay Whenever you read it It makes you happy and this stay in your inbox until you delete it
Pyar kiya to unki mohabat nazar ayi,
dard hua hume to palke unki bhar ayi.
Do dilo ki dhadkan me ek bat nazar ayi,
dil to unka dhadka par awaz is dil se ayi.
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.
