Being visible n

Being visible n
Being visible n being 2gether

isn''t always a requirement for being close.

It just takes some thoughts n memories

2 feel the presence of someone
  

Jun, 12 2010     153 chars (1 sms)     2588 views       Love

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our skin may grow wrinkled and old but the heart that is loyal
shall never turn cold
Lamha Lamha Sanse Khatm Ho Rahi Hai, Jindagi Maut Ke Pahluo Me So Rahi Hai,
Us Bewafa Se Mat Pucho Meri Maut Ki Wajah. Wo To Bus Jamane Ko Dikhane Ke Liye
Ro Rahi Hai
More often we fall in love

with a person we can never have

& Sometimes the one we truly love

remains either a friend or a stranger
I love to see you smilem
In the lone summer of light
And hold you oh so close
Underneath the stars at night
But there is just one thing
Darling through and through
Forever I will cherish
Every moment with you.
Dil tu dhadkana band kar,
jab jab to dhadkata hai unki yaad aati
hai,
Wo to khush hogi apni dunia me,
Jaan to pal pal hamari hi jati hai..
When U Love SomeOne, Its SomeThing. . .

When SomeOne Love U, It''s Another Thing

When U Love The Person Who Loves U Back, It''s EveryThing . . . :)
When Nite Turns To A Darken Hue

Da Luvly Stars r Hinting At U

Ur Heart Beats Tells U Something True

That SomeOne SomeWhere Is Missing U
There''s Is 1 Moment In Your Life

Whn You''re Wid Some1 & You Feel Like

The World Has Stopped &

Your Life Seems So Perfect

Make Sure You

Never Lose Tht Prson (:
Yaad karne ke liye koi cheez chaiye,
Aap nahi to aapki tasvir chaiye.
Par tasvir aapki hamara dil behla na sakegi,
Kyonki yeh aapki tarah muskura na sakegi
Khaber he kaha thi k tum sy itni Muhabt ho jayie
k tum sy ek pal b door na rha paye gie
itni ulfat ho jayie gie tum bulao ya na bulao
hum khud he jana tumhry pass chaly ayie gy
Kanch ko chahat thi pathar paane ki,
ek pal me fir toot kar bikher jaane ki.
Chahat bas itni thi us diwane ki,
Apne hazaar tukdo me uski hazaar Tasveer sajane ki.
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.