Pyar woh nasha hai jis mein chain kho jaata hai, hosh udh jaata hai, neend gayab ho jaati hai ... kisi ko milne ki, chune ki, kehne ki, sunne ki, kisi ko apna banane ki, kisi ka ho jaane ki khawaish hoti hai, jeene ko mann karta hai ... pyar woh andhrooni bahaar hai jis mein kalpana ke phool khilte hai, kavita ko sur milte hai, chahaton ke mele lagte hai, kisse mehakte hai, kah-kahe lagte hai, karaar milta hai ... pyar woh insaani karishma hai jis mein aane waale kal ko wajah milti hai, guzre hue kal ko wajood milta hai, anjaan logon ka dil milta hai, soone safar ko sahil milta hai
Love is that intoxication in which you lose your peace of mind, you lose your senses, your sleep disappears ... you wish to meet someone, touch someone, say to someone, listen to someone, make someone yours, to become of someone, and to live ... love is that incomplete spring season in which the flowers of imagination blossom, the poems get their tunes, the fairs of romance are set, the stories create a fragrance, laughing happens, and you get satisfaction ... love is that human magic in which the future gets a purpose, the past gets an existence, the hearts of strangers connect, and the lonely journey finds the destination