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.
Luv not one, Luv not two Luv d one who luvs u true,
Luv not three, Luv not four Luv d one who luvs u more,
Luv not five, Luv not six Luv d one who really sticks,
Luv not seven, Luv not eight Luv d one who really waits.
Gham me hasne walo ko kabhi rulaya nahi jata,
lehro se pani ko hataya nahi jata,
hone wale ho jate hain khudhi dil se apne,
kisi ko kehkar apna banaya nahi jata
When you walked
Into my life
Everything changed
What was stressed
Was then calm
What was confused
Was then clear
When you walked
Into my life
Everything changed
When you leapt
Into my heart
Everything changed
What was dull
Was then vibrant
What was drained
Was then brimming
When you leapt
Into my heart
Everything changed
Everything brightened
Everything shined
Everything glimmered
Everything glowed
Everything fluttered
Everything soared
Everything sighed
As loneliness died
What was frosted
Was then thawed
What was jaded
Was then fresh
When you slid
Into my arms
Everything changed
