BELIEVE IT OR NOT

BELIEVE IT OR NOT
BELIEVE IT OR NOT"

"If You Are Happy You Will Remember
The Person Whom U Love "

"If You Are Sad You Will Remember
The Person Who Loves U"
  

Jun, 12 2010     146 chars (1 sms)     2088 views       Love

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Tamana-e-ishq to hum bhi rakhte hai, kisi ke dil me hum bhi dhadakte hai, na jaane hume woh kab milengi, jis ke liye hum roz tadapte hai
Distance between two hearts

is not an obstacle.

Rather a beautiful reminder

of just how strong true love can be.
One of the best msg from my
collection…
“hm kaise us shaqs ko rula sakte hai
jise
hamne khud ro ro kar maanga hai…
Yaad kar ke Mujhe Taqleef to Hoti Hogi...
Aik Qissa Hoon Puraana sa Bhula De Mujh ko...
Dubte Dubte Aawaaz teri soon jaaoon...
Aakhri Baar Tu Saahil se Sada De Mujh ko !!!!
Wo agar husn waloon ki sarkaar thay
Hum bhi shahir-e-mohabt k sardar thay

Aik jurm-e-mohabt ki padaash mein
Omr bhar keliay hum szawaar thay

Maot ka faisla jab kia tha kbhi
hum bhi tyaar thay, wo bhi tyaar thay

Kar skay na koi wadaa wafa
Aik eqraar tha , laakh inkaar thay

Hum marez-e-sahub gham rahay esliay
Jitnay taryaak thay , saray beqar thay

Wo jo bichar kar juda ho gaye
Wo mohabt k jazboon ki mehkaar thay
Love Is When . . .
There Are Million Things You Wanted To Say To Someone
But
When They Look You In The Eyes & Hold You In Their Arms
Nothing In Life Matters
Other Than Being With That Person At That Moment
my eyes are blind without yur eyes t see,just like a rose without colour,so always be in my life.....
Kya kahu tumhe?
Khwab kahu to bikhar jaoge!
dil kahu to tut jaoge!
lo, tumhara naam zindigi rakh deti hu...
to maut se pehle hamara saath na chor paoge...!
Tufano me jindagi ko panah kaha milti hai,
Anjani rahon me rahe kaha milti hai.
Arey, TAJMAHAL banane ka hosla to ham bhi rakhte hai,
Magar wafadar MUMTAJ kaha milti hai
Love is possible after friendship
but
friendship is not possible after love
because
medicines work before death
later nothing can be cured….!!!
Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.
~ Captian Corelli's Mandolin.