The most coments

The most coments
The most coments for love.

1. Muhabat aankh se nhi dil se dekhti hai.
(shakespear)

2. Jo bar bar muhabat karty hen wo muhabat karna nhi jante.
(Tulsi das)

3. Muhabat wo khel he jis me aqal har jati hai.
(Maso leni)

4. Dil ki hazar ankhen hoti hen magar wo mehboob ke ayeeb ko nhi dekh sakti.
(Suqraat).
  

Jun, 12 2010     318 chars (2 sms)     3032 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

u cant wrap love in a box,

but u can wrap a person in a hug.

A hug charms,warms

and makes everyone happy.

That must be why God gave us arms.

So here is a hug 4 u.
Remember me like pressed flower in ur Notebook.
It may not b having any fragrance but will
remind u of my existence 4ever in ur life.
I took All The Pain Killers
Coz I Wanted To Wash Away My Pain
But One Thought Of U
And It Hurts All Over Again. . .
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
A Girls Eye Is Faster den Google,
in Serchin A Handsome Boy In A Crowd..

But A Boys Heart Is Slower den Turtle in Forgetting a Girl Whom he Loved..
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.
AAJ JO UTHE HAATH DUA KI KHATIR
BAND HOONTON NE APKA NAAM LIYE
JO DENA CHAHA KHUDA NE MUJHE KUCH
WOH SAB MEIN NE APP K LIYE MANG LIYA
The perfect guy is not the one who has the most money or the most handsome you will meet. He is the one who knows how to make you smile and will takecare of you each and every day until the end of time.
Love is an energy - it can neither be created
nor destroyed. It just is and always will be,
giving meaning to life and direction to goodness...
Love will never die....
~ LOVE ~
Is A Perfume ...
You Cannot Pour
On To Others
Without Getting
A Few Drops On
Yourself ...
log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai
ban k dharkan jo mere dil me basa rehta hai
yun meri zat me shamil hai uski hasti
jistarha sary zamany me khuda rehta hai
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.