jnbi c raho ka...ajnbi musafir ak mujh se pooch betha hy rasta bta do gy? ajnbi c raho k ajnbi musafir....sun,,, wasta koi b ho nata koi b ho.... mnzlen nahe milti,mnzlen jo mil jaen justuju ne rehti or.... zindgi ko jeney ki arzoo ne rehti
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.
How can you tell the sun not to shine, when clouds exist. How can you ask leaves not to fall when wind exists. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist.
Measured By Miles
You Are Far From Me,
Measured By Thoughts
You Are Closer To Me,
Measurd By Closd Eyes
You Are Wid Me,
&
Measurd By Heart
You Are In Me... <-:
