Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away
And
All the things I want to say can find no voice.
Then,
In silence,
I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart . . .
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.
Mohabbat. Kia Hai?
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Jo
Yaqeen Ban K Soch Me
Ummeed Ban K Ankh Me
Raonaq Ban K Chehre Pe
Aitmad Ban K Baato Me
&
Ehsas Ban K
Dil Me Rahe.
We Are All A Little Weird & Life''s A Little Weird
Annd When We Find Someone Whose Weirdness Is Compatible With Ours
We Join Up Them And Fall In Mutual Weirdness And Call It ''''LOVE''''
