hamne apni sanso

hamne apni sanso
hamne apni sanso par unka naam likh liya,
nahi jante the ki hamne kuchh galat kiya,
wo pyaar ka vada hamse karke mukar gaye,
khair unki bewafai se kuchh to sabak liya......
  

Jun, 12 2010     176 chars (2 sms)     3434 views       Love

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I took All The Pain Killers
Coz I Wanted To Wash Away My Pain
But One Thought Of U
And It Hurts All Over Again. . .
kiya zaruri hay kay mein nay jisay chaha tha kabhi
agli duniya bhi meray piyar ko us ka paye
kiya zruri hay jo dharka na kabhi meray liye
agli rut mein bhi mera dil usay pathar paye
Mehkhane me jaam tut jata hai,

ishq me dil tut jata hai.

Na jane kya rishta hai in dono me,

jaam tute to ishq yaad aata hai,

dil tute to jaam yaad aata hai.
Love.......y does it hurt?
y does it pain?
may b bcoz we love sum1 too much and too deep
that lwe forget to keep a little love for ourselves
When You Love Somebody,

Be Ready To Take The Intensity Of Emotions. Be Jealous, Anxious.

Love With All Your Might.

Take The Pain And Everything That Comes With It.

Just Make Sure That The Person Is Worth It ...
Isn''t it a nice feeling when you think I have forgotten you

and suddenly you receive a message saying you are always remembered and greatly missed..
dont care so much
i may get used to it
dont cum so near
i may not detach frm it
dont put so much faith
i cant handle it
dont touch me d way u did
i may not get over it
dont start sumthin i wont b able to END.. ..
Aapse Dur

Aapse Dur Bhala Hum Kaise Reh Paate,
Dilse Aapko Kaise Bhula Paate,
Kaash Ki Aap Saanso Ke Alava Aaine Me Bhi Base Hote,
Khud Ko Dekhte To Aap Hi Nazar Aate.
HITTLER SAID ;

"I SUGGEST YOU TO DO WAR BUT NEVER LOVE"

"BECOUSE IN WAR YOU LIVE OR YOU DIE"

"BUT IN LOVE NEITHER YOU LIVE NOR YOU DIE"
Love is like a missed-call
It stops before you catch it
But Friendship is like an "SMS"
It comes to you inbox and stay
Whenever you read it
It makes you happy
and this stay in your inbox until you delete it

Respect you friends
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet


~ William Shakespeare ~
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.