If someone asks

If someone asks
If someone asks me.

what is life..?

I will just come close to you!

Take your hand in my hands!!

and then say!

Thats my life.
  

Jun, 12 2010     140 chars (1 sms)     3453 views       Love

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Mitti ki anokhi murat ho tum,
Zindagi ki ek zarurat ho tum,
Phool to khubsurat hote hai,
Phoolo se bhi khubsurat ho tum
Love comes to those who still hope even though they''ve been disappointed; to those who still believe even though they''ve been betrayed; to those who still need love even though they''ve been hurt before
We Are All A Little Weird & Life''s A Little Weird
Annd When We Find Someone Whose Weirdness Is Compatible With Ours
We Join Up Them And Fall In Mutual Weirdness And Call It ''''LOVE''''
L O V E
Is not about
Caring for that one special person
But
About not caring for the rest of the world...
Maintain

silence 4

2minutes

in memory

of those poor mosquitoes

who died

last nite

aftr drinking

ur blood,

they had

a heavy

diabetes

coz

u r

so SWEET!!!
A REFLECTION OF OUR LUV.. ..

itz d perfect tym for both of ud 2 b 2gether wid each other for hourz n hourz.. quitly celebrating d tym we have spent in d shelter of luv care n affection n hand in hand strengthning our bond forver n ever.. ..
last night while lying on my bed
Looking at the ceiling
I realized I realized
If you would not be there, I would lost all the joys of my life"
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.
"LOVE"

one word that frees
us
of all the
weight and pain in life
mhjy yaqeen to nai mgr yai sch hai
mian tery wasty umry guzar skti hn
ik yai nai k tjy jeetny ke khawish hai
main tery wasty khud ko b haar skti hn
Sajde dil ke tarane bahut hai zindigi jeene ke bahane bahut hai
aap sada muskurate rehna apki muskurahat ke deewane bahut hai
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet


~ William Shakespeare ~