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.
ISHQ DARYA HY JIS KA SAHIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<
HER DIL MOHABBAT K KABIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<<<<
ROTA WO B HY JO DUBA ISHQ MAI<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
AUR ROTA WO B JISE ISHQ HASIL NAHI HOTA>>>>>>>>
Ishq Ne Insan Ko Kya Se Kya Bana Diya ,
Kisiko Kavi To Kisiko Kangal Bana Diya,
Do Fulo Ka Boj Na Uthane Vaali Mumtaj
Ki Yaad Main Shahjaha Ne Taaj Mahel Bana Diya
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..
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
