You must be a

You must be a
You must be a good runner
because you are always running in my mind,
you must be a good thief
because you have stolen my heart,
and i am always a bad shooter
because I Miss You Always...
  

Jun, 14 2010     192 chars (2 sms)     3057 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

I cant tell you how much I love you,

but I can try my best to show you just how much I really do.
Door ho ya paas ho Aap hamare liye kuch khas ho
Kahte hai sabse bada rishta pyar hai to suno,
Hamare liye to pyaar ka matlab hi Aap Ho.
Mousam B Kitna Pyara Hai
Karti Ye Hawayen Kuch Ishara Hai
Zara Samjho Inki Zazbaaton Ko
Kisi Chahne Wale Ne DiLse Aapko
Pukara Hai.
Haqiqat ho tum kese tumhay sapna kahu,
Qurban hai meri jaan tujh par
kise tere siwa mein apna kahu
AK
Love Is About The Little Things

Small Loving Gestures

Hugs

Saying "I Love You" [And MeaningIt]

&

Sincere Compliments =)
Those Who Can Live Without Love

Are Not Ready

For The World Of Aspiration.
Zamane bhar ki baton mei hame bhula na dena
jab kabhi yaad aaye to zara muskura dena
zinda rahe to milenge dost
nahi to har diwali mere naam ka diya jala dena
Hey Krishna tu is kalyug mein aa kar to dikha…

Tune 18 saal ki umar me mama kans ko mara,
BIN LADEN ko hath laga kar to dikha…

Tune Arjun ko to Saari Geeta sunayee,
Mere Project Manager se ek baar baat kar ke to dikha..

Tune to Arjun ka Sarathi banke Pandavon ko jitaaya
Indian Cricket team ka Coach ban ke WorldCup jitaake to dikha…

Tune bhari mehfil mein draupadi ko saree pehnai,
Mallika sherawat ko ek jodi kapde pehna ke to dikha…

Tune gokul ki 1600 gopiyan patai,
Meri company ki sirf ek ladki ko pata kar to dikha…

Hey Krishna tu is kalyug mein aa kar to dikha…
Agar Mujhese Mohabat NAe to Rokte Q Ho,

Tanhai me Mere Bare Mein Sochte Kiyun Ho,

Agar Manzil Judai HAi to jane do mujhe ko,

Lot K Kab Aaoge Poochte Q ho...
An aching heart is like a small baby which can only cry..
but it wont be able to experss its feelings..
So dont hurt anybody
Masroof hai din raat usy wakat kahan hai
wo muj sy kary bat usy wakat kahan hai
betabi-e-dil ka usy andaza kahan hai
samjy mery jazbat usy wakat kahan hai
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.