Udas shamon ki siskiyon me

Udas shamon ki siskiyon me
Udas shamon ki siskiyon me,
Kbhi jo meri aawaz sun’na,
To beete lamhon ko yad kar k,
Inhi fizaon me lout aana,
Tm aaya krte they khwab ban kar,
Kbhi mehkta gulab ban kar,
Main khushk honto se jab pukaron,
Inhi adaon me lout aana,
Meri wafaon ka pas rkhna,
Meri duaon ka pas rkhna,
Me khali hathon ko jb uthaon,
Meri duaon me lout aana,
Meri duaoon me lout aana
  

Nov, 16 2012     360 chars (3 sms)     6258 views       Miss You

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Walk is easy
But walkng alone is tough
Being loved by some1 is secure
But loving some1 is insecure
Being missed by some1 is nice
But to miss some1 is painful...
ove is missing someone whenever you''re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you''re close in heart.
You"re like a target that I always try to aim at. How I wish I could aim you at the heart. But every time I fail, I feel so sad. You know why? It"s because I always end up missing you
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In every HOur
In every Minute
In every Second of My wrist watch
I Miss U
Kitni nayab thi khamosh chahat uski,

Aaj woh pass nahi hay tu hai hasrat us ki,

Ashk giry hein aankhon say tu lagta hay,

Dil mein jaisay utar ayee hai surat uski.
2 Mis U
is a daily
"MATTER"

2 remember U is a "MATTER"of HABIT
May not meet U a "MATTER"of Chance But
Having a swet person like U is a"MATTER" of Luck.
Har Lamha apse milne ki arzo kyo hai
Is qadar apko sochne ki adat kyo hai
Har Pal ankho main rehti hai ap he ki surat
Phir b bar bar apko daikhne ki hasrat kyo hai
Never luk for a Gud Face, it\''ll turn old one day; Never luk for a Gud Skin,
it\''ll wrinkle one day; But luk for a loyal heart, that\''ll miss u every day
I don’t like missing you, but I love having you to miss... Miss U!
jA mere SMS JA MERE SWEET DOST K PAS JA ....
DHEERE SE JANA ...
SHOR MAT MACHANA ..
BZY HO TO..
KUCH MAT KEHNA FREE HOGA TOW....
PYAR SE MISS U KEHNA....
Lambi Hai Manzil Door Hai Kinara.

Jaanay Q Nehi aaya SMS Tumhara.

Bhool Gay Ho Number Ya Naam Humara.

Ya Koe Mil Giya Hai Hum Say B Pyara.
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?