Log kanto se bach

Log kanto se bach
Log kanto se bach ke chalet hai..

Humne to phoolo se zakham khaye hai..

Tum gairo kee baat karte ho..

Humne to apne bhee aazmaye hai..



U to khwab aksar hee toot jate hai mere..

Phir bhee kuch toote khwab apne liye bachaye hai..

Wo gairo se kuch nahi chupa pate..

Humne apni aankho se bhee aansu chupaye hai..
  

Jun, 11 2010     333 chars (3 sms)     4081 views       Miss You

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You"re like a target that I always try to aim at. How I wish I could aim you at the heart. But every time I fail, I feel so sad. You know why? It"s because I always end up missing you
I wish one day you will miss me terribly that no matter how hard you look for me, you won''t find me. Why? Because, I want you to miss me the way I''m missing you right now
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("",)/" OYE KIDHAA
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INNNA,,
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./.> SAARA
Khuda na kare app ko koi gham mile
app ko khushyain hi khushyain har dum mile
agar kabhi aye app ki zindagi mein koi gham
tou dua hai KHUDA say woh ghum app say pehlay mujh ko mile
HAPPY moments-"don''t forget me"

Difficult moments- "trust me"

Quiet moments-"call me"

Painful moments-"tell me"

Free moments-"miss me n sms me
I MISSED U
I MISSEs U
I M MISSIn" U
I "LL MISs U
I"D MISSED U
& I WANA MISS U...
BUT IS THIS 4EVER
COMe BABy i"LL HOLd U NOw
Aap ki yaad mAap ki yaad main ain ek shair arz hai.
Today is Monday, tommorow is Manglwar.

Wah wah

Today is Monday, tommorow is Mangalwar..

I Miss u Yaar
I Miss u Yaar.. ;->
I dont know
i love u more
or
miss u more.
Coz if i love u more
i miss u more
and wen i miss u more
i love u more.
MiSsInG
YoU
CaN
TuRn
FrOm
PaIn
To
PlEaSuRe
If
I
KnEw
YoU
wErE
mIsSiNg
Me
ToO ....
Chand lamho ki zindgani he,
nafarato se jiya nahi karte,
lagta hai dushmano se gujarish karni padegi,
kyuki dost to yaad kiya nahi karte.
Do u know,
what i say,
what i think,
what i feel,
what i wish,
U want to know?
I MISS U SO MUCH
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?