Sitaron ke bagher asmaan mein rakha hai kia?
Bin teray jeenay mein rakha hai kia?
Lagta hai sub kuch adhoora adhoora sa
Khushi ke baghair hansnay mein rakha hai kia?
god knows the value of heart
so he created love.
He knows the value of nights
so he created dreams.
He knows the value of friend
so he created you.
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Hijir ka taara doob chala hai dhalny lagi hy rat wasi Qatra qatra baras rahi hai ankhon se barsat wasi tery bad ye dunya wale mujh ko pagal kar dein gy khushbu k dais mein mujh ko le chal apne sath wasi yunhi chup ki mohr laga kr kb tk gumsum betho gy khamoshi se dum ghut-ta hy chero koi baat wasi
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.
