Your absence ha

Your absence ha


Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

  

Jun, 12 2010     115 chars (1 sms)     3033 views       Miss You

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Tm ho to sub silsile achy lagte hain.

mujhy tumhri muhabat k gilae achy lagte hain.

bhut dur tak jana magr lot ana

mujhy tumse tumhi tak k fasle achy lagte hain
Mohobbat ki kashti mein sawaar the hum,
socha tha pahunch jayenge chahat ke gaon mein,
dubne lage to hosh aaya,
hum to baithe the kagaz ki naav mein.
HUM TOO BARSO'N SAY USKI ROOH M UTAR CHUKAY HAI.......................

SAHIL.....................

WO AJEEB SHAKHS HAI K APNAY DIL MAIN DEKHTA HE NAHI..........................
Kiun apki khamoshi hume khamosh kar jati hai.
kiun apki udasi hume udas kar jati hai..
kia rishta hai ap ka or humara !
Jo apki yad har pal aati hai...

Misss yew shOO mucHH
Utray Jo zindagi Teri Gehraiyon Mein Hum
Mehfil MEin Reh k b Rahy Tanhaiyon Mein Hum

Isy Deewangi NahiTo OR Kya Kahain
Pyar Dhondty Rahy perchaiyon Mein Hum
For my Friends hurt me,
tease me and make me cry,
but in the end of my Life,
when i Die, please atleast keep a Rose on my grave
and say...
STUPID I MISS YOU..
LIFE is 4 living, i live mine 4 U! LOVE is 4 giving, i give mine 2 U! DREAMS are 4 dreaming, mine are 4 U! HEARTS are 4 beating, & mine beats 4 U!
Har aahat ehsas hamara Dilaegi,
har hawa qissa hamara sunaegi,
Hum itni yaade bhar denge aap k Dil me,
na chahte hue bhi aap ko yaad hamari aaegi.
I miss u, do u?
Yeh pattaron ka shehar hai, her cheez bejuba.n
Kaun sun sakega fariyaad teri yahan?

Honton ko see le apne, aur aansoo ko pee le yaara
In cheezon ke nahi yahan per koyi kadar daan..!!
I always knew that looking back on my tears would someday make me laugh, but I never knew that looking back on my laughter would someday make me cry. Miss you.
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Uff!
Thak Gay Hum Aap ki Deewaar Per Cherty Cherty,
Sirf Ye Kehne k liye k
" I Miss U "
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?