Zamane bhar ki baton mei hame bhula na dena
jab kabhi yaad aaye to zara muskura dena
zinda rahe to milenge dost
nahi to har diwali mere naam ka diya jala dena
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.
Pyar kisi se jo karoge ruswai hi milegi...
Wafa kar lo chahe jitni Bewafai hi milegi...
Jitna marzi kisi ko apna bana lo,
Jab ankh khulegi... Tanhai hi milegi !
