Love Duzn''t Belong

Love Duzn''t Belong
Love Duzn''t Belong
To Bodies
It Must Have Affection
But Not Attraction
Belief But No Doubt
Security But Not
Discomfort
Joy But Not Guilty ...
  

Jun, 12 2010     150 chars (1 sms)     2567 views       Love

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To Owner Of Ma Heart

Yar ,

...I Beg To Say That I Love You And Cant Live Widout u ..So Kindly Give me Place In yOur Heart. I Shall be Very Thankfull to You .

Your Obediently
Name: Your Loving Friend
Date: FOREVER
Kya Aap Janty Hain

2 Ankhon K Drmyan Kya Rishta Hai?

Jub Dekhti Hain To 1 Sath Dekhti Hain

Jub Muskrati Hain To 1 Sath Muskrati Hain

Jub Roti Hain To 1 Sath Roti Hain

Jub Band Hoti Hain To 1 Sath Band Hoti Hain

Jub-K Dono Ne 1 Dosry Ko Dekha Tak Nahi

PYAR HO TO ESA HO.
I cried today...
not because I missed you or even wanted you
but because I finally realized I''m going to be alright without you
naam to likh doun mager phir kheyaal aata hy...
malik
masoom hy sanam badnaam na ho jye
mujh sey dur hone k baad
yaad aon ga main

har khushi rooth jane k baad
yaad aon ga main

apnu k rooth janey k baad
yaad aon ga main

moosam badalney k baad
yaad aon ga main

ab mujh sey saha nai jata
zindagi sey rooth janey k baad
yaad aon ga main
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.
if tears Colud Bulid A StairWay,
And Memories A Lane,
I''d Walk Right Up to heaven
And Bring You Home Again....
When You Love Someone

You Pick up The Little Things

And

Magically Turn Them Into

Something Special ... (:
Jab Aapka Naam Juban Par Aata Hai,
Pata Nahi Dil Kyo Muskurata Hai.
Tasalli Hoti Hai Mann Ko Koi To Hai Apna
Jo Haste Hue har waqt Yaad Aata Hai
ISHQ KARNAY K B KUCH AADAAB HOTAY HEIN..
JAGTI ANKHOON MAY B KUCH KHAWAB HOTAY HEIN..
HAR KOI ROO DAY YA ZARORI TU NAI..
KHUSHK ANKHOON MAY B SAYLAB HOTAY HEIN rizzy
Ajnabi duniya me Akela khwab hu mei!
Sawalo se ghira ek jawab hu mei!
Jo na samajh sake Unke lie KOUN?
Jo samajhe Unke lie ek kitaab hu mei!
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.