Flowers need sunshine

Flowers need sunshine
Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, all angels in heaven know I need u. years may fly, tears may dry, but my Luv for u will never die.
  

Jun, 14 2010     140 chars (1 sms)     4090 views       Love

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world bcomes invisible to me as eyes are filled with u,
nothing goes into mind as mind n heart are occupied by u
Hamein adat bohat thi peenay ki
Usnay apni kasam dey kar chura di
Bethay thay mehfil mein yaron ki
Yaaro ney us ki kasam de kar pila di
Vo likhte hain humara naam mitti mein
aur mita dete hain, Unke liye ye khel hoga
magar hume to vo mitti mein mila dete hain
Some times ur existence
gives hope to one person,

Your smile may be a pearl for someone,

Your presence might be the
desire of the 1 who loves U dearly.
Hum iss qadar tumpe mar mittege
Tum jahan dekhoge hum hi tumhe dikhege
Rakhna har pal iss dil mein hamari yaad
Hamare baad hamare pyar ki daastaan duniya vaale likhege
Jara toh aankh khule..Hum hosh me toh aaye.
Hum apne aap me toh aaye.
Hazaar sajde kiye raat-raat bhar hum,
Jo dil saaf na ho..
Kya jamee pe noor aaye..!!
Zindagi mili kuch zara si thi
Kuch is main kami b zara si thi

WO roz hoty gaye pas se pas mere
Lakin kuch kami ab b zara si thi

Chand jagty jagty akhir,so hi Gaya
Raat abi rehti kuch zara si thi

Muhabbat bant Di unho ne zamany bhar mein
Jo hamary hissay mein aai wo zara si thi
last night while lying on my bed
Looking at the ceiling
I realized I realized
If you would not be there, I would lost all the joys of my life"
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.
The Person Who Loves You Alot Will Always
Do Two Things Extremely For You:

1. CARING
n
2. HURTING
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires;
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
T h e h e a r t
w a s m a d e
t o b e
B r o k e n.

|-Oscar Wilde-|