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.
If some one did ask me what life meant to me?
Then I would sit next to U,
Pull you close two me,
Put my arms around U and say proudly,
“This is my life”
Never Ignore A Person Who Loves U
Cares U
Misses U
Because
One Day U May Wake Up From Ur Sleep And Realize That
U Hv Lose The Moon While Counting Stars..!!
Tujhay kia khabar teri yaad
Nay humein kaisay kaisay sata dia
Kabhi khalwaton mein hansa dia
Kabhi mehfilon mein rula dia
Teray ishq mein kabhi yun huwa
K namaz apni qaza hui
teri aarzoo ne kabhi mujhe meray pak rab se mila dia
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.
Kahin wo mile to usay kehna K Lot aao Lot aao k koi shiddat se Barri muddat se Barri muhabat se tumhara intizar kar raha hai Lot aao k kisi ki bahare na hone se kisi ki aankhon mei nami or zindagi mei kami bohat zyada ha
