Love Is No Secret

Love Is No Secret
Love Is No Secret
Express What You
Have Inside
If The Both Of You
Talk
Then
You Will Realize A
Spark
New Thing You Know
You Are In Love ... :)
  

Jun, 12 2010     152 chars (1 sms)     2901 views       Love

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MujhE AadaT Nahi HaR aeK pE mAr
MitNe Ki
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~> ayE DostO
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uSmE bAaT hi KuCh Aesi tHi Ke DiLnE SocHnE ki Bhi MoHLaT Na Di.
It would be the perfect crime....
If i stole your heart
and you stole mine.

Let make it short and simple

I really LOVE you.
Wonderful Quote:

"Love is the Seventh sense,
Which Destroys all the Six Senses"
Sometimes I Wish I Never Saw U
Never Met U
Never Knew U
Not Bcoz I Dunt Like U
Neither Bcoz I Hate U
But
Bcoz I''m Afraid I Might Loose U
dont care so much
i may get used to it
dont cum so near
i may not detach frm it
dont put so much faith
i cant handle it
dont touch me d way u did
i may not get over it
dont start sumthin i wont b able to END.. ..
Let These Words
Not Only Touch Your
Eyes,
Let Them Travel Through
You Soul
And
Let Them Rest In Your
Heart
As You Rest In Mine ...
Love You (:
Love begins with a smile ...

Grows with a kiss ...

And

Ends with a teardrop ...
Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai


Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai..
Meri rooh mujh se bichar jane ko hai...
Wafa-e-muhabbat raak ho jane ko hai...
Jo mere dil se jhor kar meri zaat mein raha...
Woh bandhan pal mein toot jane ko hai...


Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai..


Sokoon dil barbaad ho jane ko hai...
Raapte socho ke simat jane ko hai...
Yeh kaisa too ne muhabbat mein faasla rakha...
Apna ho ke ajnabi ho jane ko hai...


Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai...


Qurbato ke nisha mit jane ko hai...
Faasle dooriyu mein badal jane ko hai...
Woh ja sakta hai meri muhabbat ko chor ke...
Meri zaat to us ki muhabat mein waft ho jane ko hai...
Love In Its Truest Form

Has No Language Or Words ,

It Just Has A Thousand And One Actions

We All Wish We Could Describe ....
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Us Ne Door Rehnay Ka Mashwara B Likha Ha,
Saat He Mohabbat Ka Wasta B Likha Ha.
Us Ne Yeh B Likha Ha Meray Ghar Nehn AAna,
Or saaf Lafzon Me Rasta B Likha Ha
Wohi izhar kafi tha
Tumhe ik din kaha tha jo
K tum se piyar karte hain
Wo lamha bhool q bethe
Wo jumla bhool q bethe
Abhi tajdeed mango ge
Meri belos chahat ki
Tumhe ek bar phir se who
Mohabbat na mile shayad
Ye jo tum rooth bethe ho
Tumhari kam nighai hay
Tumhe gar piyar karna tha
Hamare sath chalna tha
Wo ek izhar sun lete
Wohi izhar kafi tha
Tumhe ek din kaha tha jo
K Tum se PYAAR karte hain