First Luv Is

First Luv Is
First Luv Is Unforgettable,

So Be Careful To Enter Dis Field,

As D First Shot May B D Last,

Only Lucky Ppl Get Best

Frm Der 1st Shot..

Go Ahead.
  

Jun, 12 2010     160 chars (1 sms)     3071 views       Love

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Log jane ge Tujhe mera Hawala de kar......

Mera hona Tere hone ki Nishani hogi......?
Life is 4 living
I live mine 4 U!
Luv is 4 giving
I give mine 2 U!
Dreams r 4 dreaming
mine r 4 U!
Heart is 4 beating &
mine beats 4 U
First Luv Is Unforgettable,

So Be Careful To Enter Dis Field,

As D First Shot May B D Last,

Only Lucky Ppl Get Best

Frm Der 1st Shot..

Go Ahead.
Rut Haseen Ayi Kesi

Aayaa Jub Wo Pardesi

Muskura Diya Jeevan

Phool Khil Rahay Aangan

Saanvli Si Larki Nay

Piyaar Paa Liya Aapnaa

Jo Sajaya Thaa Uss Nay

Such Hoova Wohi Sapna

Khud Pay Naaz Karti Thii

Sanvlii Si Aik Larki
Love is Pure
Love is Sure
Love is sweet poison
that Doctors can"t cure
Measured By Miles
You Are Far From Me,
Measured By Thoughts
You Are Closer To Me,
Measurd By Closd Eyes
You Are Wid Me,
&
Measurd By Heart
You Are In Me... <-:
log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai
ban k dharkan jo mere dil me basa rehta hai
yun meri zat me shamil hai uski hasti
jistarha sary zamany me khuda rehta hai
Though we are very far apart, but somehow I always feel you
near my heart.
Tere IsHQ ne Bakhshi Hai Ye Soghat Musalsal,

Tera zikar Hamesha Teri Baat Musalsal,

Ek Muddat Hoi Tere Baam O dar se Nikle,

Rehti Hai phir B Tujh se Mulaqat Musalsal,

DiL Lagi, DiL ki Lagi Ban jati Hai,

jab Tasawwur Main Guzarti Hai Raat Musalsal,

jab saY dekha zulf e preshan ka Aalam,

UljhaY Howe Rehte Hain Mere Din Raat Musalsal,

Main Muhabbat Main Us Mqaam pe pohncha Hon jahan,

Meri zaat Main Rehti Hai teri zaat Musalsal...
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 !!!!
The shortest word for me is ''''I''''

The sweetest word for me is ''''LOVE''''

The only word for me is ''''YOU'''' . . .
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.