It is something you are . So, bolo... ab tumhe kaise chahun? Or have you already answered by being the question itself?
But here, the poet declares a total occupation. The beloved is not in the heart as a memory; they are the heart's current occupant, its pulse, its very rhythm. Simultaneously, they are not seen by the eyes; they constitute the field of vision. To look outward is to see them. To look inward is to feel them. Dil Me Ho Tum Aankhon Mein Tum Bolo Tumhe Kaise Chahu
Because love, at its most absolute, is not something you do . It is something you are
The question reveals a terrifying truth: Not because love dies, but because it becomes indistinguishable from living. To breathe is to love. To see is to adore. To think is to remember. There is no separate act called "loving" anymore. Or have you already answered by being the question itself