to love and to

to love and to
""to love and to beloved is to feel sunlight form both sides""...
  

Jun, 12 2010     66 chars (1 sms)     2230 views       Love

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shakespear said:
"love or hate me both are in my favour..if u love me i'll always be in ur HEART..if u hate me i'll always be in ur MIND"
Friends can help each other.
A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel.
Or, not feel.
Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them.
Thats what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
Tears R Better Than Smile Because,
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U Can Smile at Everyone,

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But

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U''ll Cry For Only One,

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Who is Special to ur Heart..
Zandgi ! ab ky myra naam shamil na karna"

Gar ye ty hai ky yehe khyeel dobara ho ga''

Jis ky hony sy meri sans chla karti thi ''

Kis tara us ky bagar gozara ho ga......''

Ishq karna hai to din rat usy sochna hy''

Our koch zyhan mein aya to khsara ho ga''

Moj ko malom hai junhen mein kdam rhkun ga''

Zandgi tyra koi or kanara ho ga...................''

There isn''t any formula or method. You learn to love by loving -- by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.
Though we are very far apart, but somehow I always feel you
near my heart.
Ae Khuda tu ishq na karna ,
varna khub pachtayega,
hum to mar k tere pass aa jate he,
lekin tu kaha jayega...................
Life holds no promises to what will come our way. It makes no guarantee as to what we will have.

It just gives us time to make choices and take chances.
love is like tug-of-war
it hurts so bad to hang on
but for some reason you just cant let go.
Lab khamosh hain aankhon se baat hoti hai Aise hi mohabbat ki
shuruwat hoti hai ,,,...Tere hi khayalon me khoye rehte hai hum
Pata nahi kab din kab raat hoti hai....
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you make me smile,
I hate the way you dont love me,
But yet you make my life worth while
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.