rooh mujh se bichar

rooh mujh se bichar
rooh mujh se bichar jane ko hai
Wafa-e-muhabbat rakh ho jane ko hai
Jo mere dil se jur kar meri zaat mein raha
Woh bandhan pal mein toot jane ko hai

Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai..
Sokoon dil barbaad ho jane ko hai
Raaste socho ke simat jane ko hai
Yeh kaisa too ne muhabbat mein faasla rakha
Apna ho ke ajnabi ho jane ko hai

Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai..
Qurbato ke nisha mit jane ko hai
Faasle dooriyu mein badal jane ko hai
Woh ja sakta hai meri muhabbat ko chor ke
Meri zaat to us ki muhabat mein waft ho jane ko hai
  

Jun, 05 2010     553 chars (4 sms)     2036 views       

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Love That We Can Not Have
Is The One That Last Longest,
Hurts The Deepest
&
Feels The Strongest . . .
Ek din tujse rutkar dekhna hai,

tere manane ka andaz dekhana hai.

abhi to do pal hi sath chale ho,

kab tak tum sath chaloge,

ek din yeh bhi dekhna hai.
Ek din marjayega kutte ki maut
jag walein bolenge margaya madharchod.
There Are Very Few Things Sadder In This Life
Than
Watching SomeOne Walk Away After They Have Luved U . . .
Watching The Distance Between Ur Boodies Expands Until There''s Nothing Left But Empty Space & Silence . . .
Boy : main kunwari larki k sath sex nahi karta..
Pata hai kyo ??
Boy: Kyo ke main khuun kharana nahi passand karta
Teach: is sentence ka urdu tarjuma karo

"A beautiful girl is walking in a park"

Student:
"BHANCHOODDDDDD!!! Bacchi check ker...."
Jo hukum karta hai woh iltejaa bhi karta hai...

Yeh Aasman bhi jaake kahin pe jhukta hai''

Tu agar bewafa hai to yeh buri khabar bhi sun le..

Mera intezaar koi aur bhi kartaa hai...
Na Shab-O-Roz Achay Hain Na Hal Accha Hai,
Kisi Jogi Ne Kaha Tha Ke Ye Saal Accha Hai,
Me Ne Pocha Ye Intazar Or Kab Tak,
Wo Muskura Ke Bola Ke Sawal Accha Hai.
1 din bandar bola: Maa meri dulhan kon he plz meri shaadi karwaado

Maa boli: dekh teri dulhan SmS parh rahi he.
Agar parh k muskrae to shaadi paki... :-D
love is when someone breaks ur heart and the most amazing part is that u still love the person with every broken piece...
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?
khoosh haal se tum bhi lagte ho
yoon afsoorda to hum bhi nahi
per jan''ne waale jaante hain
khoosh tum bhi nahi khoosh hum bhi nahi