A Short Walk iS

A Short Walk iS
A Short Walk iS So Difficult

Wen No1 Walks With U.

But,A Long Journey iS Just Like A

Few Steps

Wen U Walk With

Sum1 Who Cares For U
  

Jun, 12 2010     147 chars (1 sms)     2865 views       Love

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He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
ISHQ DARYA HY JIS KA SAHIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<
HER DIL MOHABBAT K KABIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<<<<
ROTA WO B HY JO DUBA ISHQ MAI<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
AUR ROTA WO B JISE ISHQ HASIL NAHI HOTA>>>>>>>>
Muddat se jis ke waaste Dil be qaraar tha

Woh laut kar na aaya magar intezaar tha


Jo humsafar tha chorr gaya raah main mujhe

Main phans gayi bhanwar main woh darya ke paar tha


Manzil qareeb aayi to tum door hogaye

Itna to tum batao ke yeh kaisa Pyaar tha


Chilman giradi yeh kis ne dono ke darmiyan

Na woh sakoon se betha na mujh ko qaraar tha


Yeh mukhtasar sa haal hai rukhsat ke waqt ka

Ankhon main aansu aur Dil beqaraar tha


Yeh baat umer bhar samjh na paayi main

Kyun Dil mera us ka talabgaar tha
hum ne tum se pyar kia tum ne ksi or se pyar kia
khuda kre jis se tum pyar kro woh ksi or se pyar kre
You’re There For Me When I’m Lost
You’re There For Me At Every Cost
You’re There For Me Through Snow And Rain
You’re There For Me When I’m In Pain
You’re There For Me To Heal My Cut
You’re There For Me No Matter What
You’re There For Me Like An Angel From Above
To Watch Over Me And Teach Me How To Love
Seh liya har dard humne haste haste''
ujd gaya ghar mera yaaro baste baste''
ab wafa kare to kis se kare yaaro''
wafa karne gaye to bewafa hi mile raste raste..
In front of the person u love,

ur heart beats faster.

But in front of the

person u like,

u get happy
The essence of true love is not finding a perfect lover but loving an imperfect person perfectly.
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.
Chandni se chamakti is raat mein,
ek khushboo si hai har baat mein,
hai sitaare mere kadmo ke tale,
Ek ehsaas hai aaj unki har aahat mein,
paas aake bhi kyu hein duriya,
koi pyasa hein kyu barsat mein.
Unke Ikrar Ka Intezar Hai Mujhe,
Jane Q Unse Pyaar Hai Mujhe,
Ae Khuda Kab Ayega Wo Hassen PaL,
Jab Wo Kahenge Aapse Pyaar Hai
Mujhe...