There are a lot of people

There are a lot of people
There are a lot of people

who call you by your name.

But there is only one person

who can make it sound

so damn special.
  

Sep, 25 2014     124 chars (1 sms)     5607 views       Love

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Basher Key Roop Main Ek Dilruba Talasm Baney
Shafaq Main Dhoop Milayen Tu Us Ka Jism Baney
Woh Mojzaat Ki Had Tak Pohunch Gaya Hey Qateel
Hurf Koi Bhi Likhoon Usi Ka Ism Baney
kab unki palko se izhaar hoga
dil ke kisi kone mein mere liye pyaar hoga
Guzarti hai raat unki yaad mein
kabhi to unko mera intezaar hoga
Sometimes we let affection, go unspoken,

Sometimes we let our love go unexpressed,

Sometimes we can''t find words to tell our feelings,

Especially towards those we love the best.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

~ William Shakespeare ~
u cant wrap love in a box,

but u can wrap a person in a hug.

A hug charms,warms

and makes everyone happy.

That must be why God gave us arms.

So here is a hug 4 u.
It’s hard to find someone whom u truly love,

much less to find someone who loves u as much.

When the chance comes, don''t ever let go.
Till I Die Or Till She Understand
Dat Something Is Wrong
Which Makes Us Feel Sad
Dats The Day Wen I Can Say Happily Dat
Nothings Wrong
Its You And Me Once More
""to love and to beloved is to feel sunlight form both sides""...
neend se kiya shikwa karun main....! sagar

qasoor to us chehray ka hai jo mujhe sonay nahi deta....
Yeh Ansoo

Hanste hue, aankhon main kyun aa jaate hain ye aansoo
Yun khushi ko adhoora sa bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Dard itna hai saha, khaali ho gaya samandar ashkon ka
Jaane kahan se aankhon main bhar jaate hain ye aansoo,
Khush hoon main, koi shikwa zamane se na taqdeer se
Meri iss baat ko jhoota kyun bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Shayad khabar hai in ko bhi kis qadar tanha hoon main
Tanhaayi main mera saath nibha jaate hain ye aansoo.... !!
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Muddat se jin ki aas thi, Woh milay b tou kuch youn milay,

Hum Nazar utha kar tarrap uthay, Woh nazar jhuka kar guzar gaye...