secret SMS Messages73 messages

The secret of a happy married life...
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Oye,

hoye,

Sadqe jaun

shadi hui ni or secret janne ki itni bechaini??
Being single is a choice. Some say it's to avoid heartbreaks/love problems, but some choose to be single because they are still in love with someone secretly.


'My prayer for You:

May Allah break the front teeth of those people who plot evil against you
secretly,


so that you know your enemies by their
smiles...!!! :D ;)'
Meaning of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P
Fun…………That friends share when they are together.
Reliability….A true friend is someone that you can always rely on.
Interest…….Someone who is genuinely interested in u,ur fears, joys, and life.
Energy………They pick you up when you are down, and give you the energy to go on and believe in yourself.
Nothing……..Nothing is ever too much, no matter what time it is, night or day.
Distance…….Although the miles may separate you, a true friend is never far away.
secrets……..Your feelings and personal/private thoughts that you can only share with a friend.
Happiness……The way I feel when we are together.
Inseparable….Through good times and bad, tears and laughter. A friend will always be there for you.
Perfect……..The friendship
A Married Man Have An Affair Wth His secretary One Day They Went On Date & Spent So Much Time That It Became 8PM While Returning Home Man Rubbed His Shoes & Cloths Grass & Dirt At Home, Wife Asked "Where You Were ? He Replied, I Cant Lie To U, I'm Heaving An Affair And Coming From Date Wife Looked At Him & Shouted Jhootay! Cricket Khail K Aa Rahay Ho Na . . .
Friendship...

...is you

...is love

...is shared

...is forgiving

...is understanding

...is shared secrets

...is heals many hurts

...is not judgemental

...is shared laughter

...is slow and steady

...is can be angry at times

...is dependable and true

...is more precious then silver or gold

...is not perfect, much like we are not perfect

...does not hold drudges or demand perfection

...makes all the wrong things in life, right some how

...is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day

...is always there, through tomes of trial,happy times and hard times

...just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tendeed like a beautiful garden

wat is the secret of my energy?
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Boost?
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Horlicks?
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Money?
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then wat?
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a small sweet msg from ''U'' everyday
If you are comfortable in standing alone...

The world will come to you seeking
The secret of your success.
Wat Is The secret Of My Energy?
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Boost?
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Horlicks?
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Money?
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Then Wat?
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A Small Sweet Msg From ‘U’ Everyday
O Bearer, bring the wine that brings joy
To increase generosity, & let perfection buoy
Give me some, for I have lost my heart
Both traits from me have kept apart
Bring the wine whose reflection in the cup
Signals to all the kings whose times are up
Give me wine, and with the reed-flute I will sing
When was Jamshid, and when Kavoos was king
Bring me the elixir whose grace and alchemy
Bestows treasures, from bonds of time sets free
Give me so they''ll open the doors once again
Of long life and the bliss that will remain
Bearer give the wine that the Holy Grail
Will make claims of sight in the Void and thus fail
Give me so that I, with the help of the Grail
All secrets, like Jamshid, themselves avail
Speak of the tale of the wheel of fate
Who Is Here? Who Is There?

In the Garden, when the autumn wind blows,
In the bird’s voice there is wailing and lamentation.

In the lovesick nightingale’s song there is a call,
with a different effect, a different mark.

Still, the nightingale is yearning for the love of the flower.
Still, the salamander is nesting in the oven.

Still, Mansur is hanging on the gallows.
He says: “I’m the Truth,” yet the secret (truth) is hidden.

Still, Zulaykha is not afraid of rebuke.
Still, Yusuf is evading Zulaykha.

Still, the Christian maiden is breaching Sheikh San’an''s faith.
Still, the Sheikh is tending her swine.
Daydream

Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.

Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.

In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.

A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you''re never gone.

Where you''re never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.

And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.