And Our Feelings

And Our Feelings
And Our Feelings Just Aren''t Feelings Anymore.

They''re Just Words That

Come From Whispers

From People We Don''t Know.
  

Jun, 12 2010     129 chars (1 sms)     2549 views       Love

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Hum jo kehte thay zindagi kuch nahin hai tere bina...

Lekin yeh kia ke zindagi sub kuch hai tere bina...

Ab to raat bhi kaat jati hai din bi guzar jata hai...

Sab waisa hi hai kuch bhi to nahin badla tere bina...

Tere jane pe jo rim jhim si thi ankhoon main ab...

Thehar gaya hai ankhoon ka woh samander tere bina...

Waqt ne bohat kuch sikhla dia hai mujhe...

Ab tu waqt bhi guzar jata hai tere bina...

Shayad mohabbat karne ke adaab hi na thay...

Ab zindagi ne woh bhi sikhla dia tere bina...

Jo guzar gaya hai waqt .,, So guzar gaya dost...

Jo reh gaya hai guzar jayega TERE BINA...
If someone asks me.

what is life..?

I will just come close to you!

Take your hand in my hands!!

and then say!

Thats my life.
Kuch nasha teri baat ka hai
Kuch nasha dhimi barsaat ka hai
Hum to kabse nashe me dub jaane ko tayyar hai
Intezar to sirf aapki mulakat ka hai
i know
i accept
i believe
i admit
i m " 0 " zero
but this is not end. i want HER becoz without HER i m incomplete.
HER + 0 = HERO
If you truly love someone, then the only thing you want for them is to be happy....even if its not with you.
Can I Say '''' I Love You '''' Today. . . ?
If Not, Can I Ask You Again Tomorrow. . . ?
And
The Day After Tomorrow. . .?
And
The Day After That. . . ?
Coz I''ll Be Loving You Every Single Day Of My Life.
Someone Asked Shakespeare:
“U Married A Girl Elder Than U, Why?”

He Showed Him A Calendar N Said
“A Week Has 7 Days;
...Can U Say Which Day Is Younger,
Either Sunday Or Saturday ??

So, Love Comes From Heart Not In Age”
Love Has No Age.

-MORAL:
Senior Girls R Also Available For Boys:P
Main surat tou banata teri agr gunah na hota,
Ye gunah bhi kerta ae jaan meri agr suna na hota.
To love is to enjoy seeing, touching, and sensing with all the senses, as closely as possible, a lovable object which loves in return.
Love Is Like A Bed Of Roses,
There Are Many Thorns.
The Path To True Happiness
Lies In Learning To Avoid The Thorns,
While Enjoying The Roses.
Love Never Dies A Natural Death.

It Dies Because We Don''t Know How To Replenish Its Source.

It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals.

It Dies Of Illness And Wounds;

It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.
I Have A Heart
& It’s True
But Now It’s Given
From Me To You

So Care It Just Like
I Do

B’coz
I Have No Heart
And
You Have Two