U''ve Been Called

U''ve Been Called
U''ve Been Called B4
Cupids Court
4 Stealing My Heart
Trespassing In My Dreams
&
Robbing Me Of My Senses
U''ve Been Sentenced
2 Lifetime With Me
Ho Do U Plead ? (:
  

Jun, 12 2010     172 chars (2 sms)     2310 views       Love

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SHIDAT-E-DARD SAY SHARMINDA NAHI MERI WAFA
JIN SAY RISHTAY GEHRAY HON WO ZAKHAM BHI GEHRAY DAITE HAIN
PyAr Se ChaHe ArMaaN MaaNg Lo
/
RuThkar ChAhe MuSkAan MaaNg Lo
/
Bus TaMaNna Yeh Hai Ki Na DeNa
Kabhi DhoKha /
Fir HaNskar ChAhe JAAN MAaNg Lo.
Who stole the stars & put them in your eyes?
Got a name or shall i call you mine?
What Does LOVE Look Like. . .?

It Has The HANDSTo Help Other
It Has FEETTo Hasten To Poor & Needy
It Has EYESTo See Misery & want
It Has EARS To hear Thee Sights & Sorrows Of Men . . .

That''s What LOVE Look Like
Last night I looked up at the stars and matched each one with a reason why I love you I was doing great, but then I ran out of stars.
Luving has 2 phases.

1st Luving the person

bcoz of who he/she is,

2nd Loving the person

despite who he/she is not,

the 1st sparks luV,

the 2nd maks it Last.
Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. But not loving so you don''t get hurt is like killing yourself before you die.
Kitni masoom khawahish ha us deewani larrki ki,
Chahti hai k mohabat b kry aurr khush b rahy.
Hath baloon main phairay to main so jaun ga.

Koi kissa wo sunaye to main so jaun ga.

Us se kehna k mujay neend ai ati.

Apni bahoon main sulaye to main so jaun ga.

Meri palkon per sajay hain kaye ratoon k diay .

Koi palkoon se bujaye to main so jaun ga .

Akhri sans mjay moka de de zara .

Bad ki Bad main daikhain gay us se kaho.

Aj ki raat aa jaye to main so jaun ga.
Sometimes Its A Form
Of LOVE
Just To Talk To Somebody
That
You Have Nothing In
Common With
And
Still Be Fascinating By
Their Presence ... :)
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.
If i die 2nite i go with no regrets,
if its in ur arms den i know i was blessed,
but if ur eyes r d last thing i see,
den i know d beauty of heaven holds 4 me

[~_~] a m Y