Faisala tum ko bhool jane ka,

Faisala tum ko bhool jane ka,
Faisala tum ko bhool jane ka,

ik niaya khawab hei dewane ka.
  

May, 29 2010     64 chars (1 sms)     2231 views       

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love is when someone breaks ur heart and the most amazing part is that u still love the person with every broken piece...
Aksar uddas rehta hoon
Shehr-e-tanhaee say
Koi qaafila
Teri simt jata nahi
Kon hay jo teri khabar day
Mujhay !
Anjaan rahon pay
Gaye waqt ki dhool kay siwa
Kuch nahi..........
shayad iss lye mai aksar udaas rehta hon
Love That We Can Not Have
Is The One That Last Longest,
Hurts The Deepest
&
Feels The Strongest . . .
Keep the smile, leave the tear,
Think of joy, forget the fear...
Hold the laugh, leave the pain, Be joyous ,
Coz its new year!HAPPY NEW YEAR

If false love is a sin,
why did you make drunkard eyes drunk?

The moth would not burn if there is no candle.
The nightingale would not go mad if there is no flower.

If Layla did not rupture faith,
why should Majnun wander around the mountain and the desert?

I’m talking about your attributes and your essence.
I’m afraid, I cannot return from my inner heart.

From love’s fire, why did you put
troubled words on Mazun’s tongue?
nazar uthaa kabhee gham ke siyaah-khaano''n par.
isee andhere ko aankho''n kaa noor hone de,
Teach: is sentence ka urdu tarjuma karo

"A beautiful girl is walking in a park"

Student:
"BHANCHOODDDDDD!!! Bacchi check ker...."
ub kauon roshni se darte ho faraz.
tum tu kahte thy mujhe chaand chahye.
A Prayer When I''m Weary
As Onward I Trod,

A Little More Trusting,
Believing in God,

This I Would Wish for
Within Moments Dear,

Not a Lot - Just a Little
This Wondrous New Year.

Happy New Year.
Tum Us¡ Kay Nah¡ Hoty jisay Apna Keh Do janam''


woh Kis¡ Ka Nah¡ rehta jo TumHara Ho Jaye''
LIFE has no rewinds and forwards,

It unfolds itself at its own pace.

So never MISS a chance to LIVE today

to make a BEAUTIFUL story for TOMOROW
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?