My eyes are hurting

My eyes are hurting
My eyes are hurting coz I can’t see u,
my arms r empty coz I can’t hold u,
my lips are cold coz I can’t kiss u
& my heart is breaking coz I’m not with u.
  

Jun, 11 2010     157 chars (1 sms)     1821 views       

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Confused Banta: How the hell?
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ub kauon roshni se darte ho faraz.
tum tu kahte thy mujhe chaand chahye.
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Wafa-e-muhabbat rakh ho jane ko hai
Jo mere dil se jur kar meri zaat mein raha
Woh bandhan pal mein toot jane ko hai

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Sokoon dil barbaad ho jane ko hai
Raaste socho ke simat jane ko hai
Yeh kaisa too ne muhabbat mein faasla rakha
Apna ho ke ajnabi ho jane ko hai

Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai..
Qurbato ke nisha mit jane ko hai
Faasle dooriyu mein badal jane ko hai
Woh ja sakta hai meri muhabbat ko chor ke
Meri zaat to us ki muhabat mein waft ho jane ko hai
I Hope You Never Come To Know of The Thousand Tears I ''ve Shed,I Hope You Never Come To Know That You Are The Reason Why I Cry, For Even One Tear in Your Eyes Is Enough To Make Me Die ..
kisses Spread Germs.
Germs Are Hated...
Come On Baby Kiss Me,
Coz I"m Vaxinated
Baithe Hain Honton KO see kr Pacahtain Gi AAp,







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1 Ameer ne Ghareeb Admi se poocha:

"Yeh batao k SEX mehnat hai ya maza?"

Ghareeb bola:

"Maza hi hoga Sahib"

"Warna Aap Log ye B hum se hi krwatay.
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?
Teri yaadain
december ki shaboon jaise
Jo aati hian tou jana bhool jati hain
Ek din marjayega kutte ki maut
jag walein bolenge margaya madharchod.
Love is like a flower, give it some time, patience and lots of tender loving care; and watch it bloom into something wonderful before your eyes.