True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
We must widen the circle of our love until it embraces the whole village; the village in turn must take into its fold the district; the district the province, and so on till the scope of our love encompasses the whole world.
nafratain lak mili koi muhabbat na mili
zindagi beet gai par rahat na mili
teri mehfil may har shaks ko hansta deka
ik may tha jisay hansnay ki ijazat na mili
Wohi izhar kafi tha Tumhe ik din kaha tha jo K tum se piyar karte hain Wo lamha bhool q bethe Wo jumla bhool q bethe Abhi tajdeed mango ge Meri belos chahat ki Tumhe ek bar phir se who Mohabbat na mile shayad Ye jo tum rooth bethe ho Tumhari kam nighai hay Tumhe gar piyar karna tha Hamare sath chalna tha Wo ek izhar sun lete Wohi izhar kafi tha Tumhe ek din kaha tha jo K Tum se PYAAR karte hain
Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn''t diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives. . .
