What makes some

What makes some
What makes some people dearer is not just the happiness that we feel when we meet them but the emptiness we feel when they are not around us. I Miss U!
  

Jun, 11 2010     151 chars (1 sms)     2457 views       Miss You

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SMS har pal karu toh shararat hogi, har din karu toh paresani hogi, kabhi kabaar karu toh kanjusi hogi, par dil se karu toh AAPKO khushi hogi
You want me to act like we''ve never kissed,
you want to forget; pretend we''ve never met ,
and I''ve tried and I''ve tried, but I haven''t
yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.
There r 6 billion ppl around de world,
i dnt knw why i kp on missin u,
mayb bcz 5,999,999,999 ppl cn"t replace a single U.
I stil luv u,Gudnyzzzz....
Lambi Hai Manzil Door Hai Kinara.

Jaanay Q Nehi aaya SMS Tumhara.

Bhool Gay Ho Number Ya Naam Humara.

Ya Koe Mil Giya Hai Hum Say B Pyara.
In my life I learned how
2 love,
2 smile,
2 B happy,
2 B strong,
2 work hard,
2 B honest,
2 B faithful,
2 forgive.
But I couldn"t learn how 2 forget U...
Udas shamon ki siskiyon me,
Kbhi jo meri aawaz sun’na,
To beete lamhon ko yad kar k,
Inhi fizaon me lout aana,
Tm aaya krte they khwab ban kar,
Kbhi mehkta gulab ban kar,
Main khushk honto se jab pukaron,
Inhi adaon me lout aana,
Meri wafaon ka pas rkhna,
Meri duaon ka pas rkhna,
Me khali hathon ko jb uthaon,
Meri duaon me lout aana,
Meri duaoon me lout aana
Ishq pane ki tamanna me,

Kabhi kabhi zindagi khilona ban jati he,

Jise dil me basana chahte he,

Wo surat sirf yaad bankar reh jati hai..!
Sapno se dil lagane ki aadat nahi rahi,
har waqt muskurane ki aadat nahi rahi,
ye soch ke ki koi manaane nahi aayega,
ab hume rooth jaane ki aadat nahi rahi
meetas labo pe aai hai..
dil mea tune halchal machai hai
kya kahe dil ka haal sanam,...
Aaj teri yaad bahoot aai hai....
mIsss yew!!!:):):)
I''m Sitting Alone

Lonely & Feeling So Blue

I Dream Of You , Miss You Bad

&

Hoping My Dreams

Would Come True ...
If u thinks I miss u all the time u r wrong I miss u only when I
think about u but damn it I think u all the time I miss u
sweetheart
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?