I can chose who

I can chose who
I can chose who to care,
Who to protect,
Who to share life with,
But I can never chose wid whom to fall in love with
Cuz love is not a choice it is destiny…
  

Jun, 12 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     2515 views       Love

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today a few drops of blood fell down of my heart and when i asked
why the response was "There was someone very cruel in yours heat
that forced us to come out
We are two pieces of the easiest damn puzzle on earth....

anyone can figure out that we belong together. Luv You!
tum ko bhul jain bhi tu kaise.
tum ko satain bhi tu kaise.
tum tu wo khushbo ho jo meri sanson main basti hai.
khud ki sansoon ko tarpain bhi tu kaise.
I Have Given Everything For Love

But

It Is Still Not Enough

May be Love Is A Never Ending Sacrifice
Hum bhi mohabbat karke gunehgar ho gaye
pehle phool the abk khak ho gaye,

jab se dekha hai tumhare hasin chehre ko,
hum bhi tumhari chahat k talabgar ho gaye.
My love for you is like water,
Falling countless…
The beating of my heart,
For you is so heavy and soundless,
The feeling of being in your arm is so
Precious and endless.......
“V spend energy in chasing illusion of happiness
instead of enjoying happiness in d moment..”



“The virtue of true love is not finding d perfect person,
but loving imperfect person perfectly.”

“Love doesn’t have happy ending coz, it simply doesn’t end..!”
Memories
Memories play a very confusing ROLE.... They make you laugh wen u remember the time u cried2gether!! bt make u cry wen u remember d time u laughed 2gether
Sweet are the words of Love

sweeter his thoughts

Sweetest of all what

Love nor says nor thinks. .
“Mohabbat Naam Hai Mera”,
Agar Chaho Gey “Tum” Mujh Ko,
Tumhari Saans Se Pahle,
Tumhari Jaan Ban Jaoon,
Agar Dekho Gey “Tum” Mujh Ko,
Tumhari Ankh Se Pahle,
Tumhara Khawab Baan Jaoon,
Agar Sath Chalo Gey “Tum” Mere,
Tumhare Paoon Se Pahle,
Tumhari Raah Ban Jaoon,
“Mohabbat Naam Hai Mera”
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.
And Our Feelings Just Aren''t Feelings Anymore.

They''re Just Words That

Come From Whispers

From People We Don''t Know.