The person who loves you a lot

The person who loves you a lot
The person who loves you a lot

will always do two things extremely for you.

1. Silently Caring and

2. Openly Hurting.

to make you Perfect.
  

Sep, 25 2014     143 chars (1 sms)     4710 views       Love

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There Is One Moment Is Your Life

When You Are With Someone

And

You Feel Like The World Has Stopped

And

Your Life Seems So Perfect

Make Sure

You Never Lose That Person ... :)
Allah Agar Taufeeq Na De, Insaa.N Ke Bas Ka Kaam Nahin
Faizan-E-Mohabbat Aam To Hai, Irphan-E-Mohabbat Aam Nahin

Tarjumaa/Translation

If God Doesnt Grant Him Wisdom, Man Cannot Succeed (In Love)
Falling In Love Is Commonplace, To Recognize Love Requires Divine Grace .
Love Message Of The Day:
Our Heart Is The Best Hypocrite In The World..!

We Think It Beats For Us Inside But It Beats For Someone Else Who Is Inside It..!
Your sms is my

gulab jamun.

Your miss call is my

rasmalai.

Your call is my

Rasgulla.

So,always

"KEEP MY SWEET DISH BOX FULL."

so i am waiting for the ''SWEETS''

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kash tumhare chere pe chicken-pox ke daag hote,
.
.
.
chand to tum ho hi,
sitaray bhi saath hote!!
Love Never Dies A Natural Death.

It Dies Because We Don''t Know How To Replenish Its Source.

It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals.

It Dies Of Illness And Wounds;

It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.
If some one did ask me what life meant to me?
Then I would sit next to U,
Pull you close two me,
Put my arms around U and say proudly,
“This is my life”
In Arithmetic of Love One Plus One Is Equal To EveryThing
And
Two Minus One Is Equal To NoThing....
Love is just like life,
its not always easy and does not always bring happiness.
but when we do not stop living why should we stop loving
I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul

I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do

I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
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 ~
pyar vo hai jo apna maan sake,,
Bin kahe dilki baat jaan sake,,
Chal rahe ho agar tej barish me,,
chehre pe giri bundo me se anshu ko
pahchan sake,!