When My Father

When My Father
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
  

Jun, 12 2010     216 chars (2 sms)     3226 views       Love

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"I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun-warmed, flower-bordered path."
Kya Aap Janty Hain

2 Ankhon K Drmyan Kya Rishta Hai?

Jub Dekhti Hain To 1 Sath Dekhti Hain

Jub Muskrati Hain To 1 Sath Muskrati Hain

Jub Roti Hain To 1 Sath Roti Hain

Jub Band Hoti Hain To 1 Sath Band Hoti Hain

Jub-K Dono Ne 1 Dosry Ko Dekha Tak Nahi
Not every bird
dances,
but
peacock does..

Not evry flower
represnts LOVE,
but
Rose does..

Not evry person
reaches till d HEART,
but
u do..
Find The 1
That Makes Ur Heart Smile
There r Moments In Life When U Miss Someone So Much That U Just Wanna Pick ''Em From Ur Dreams n Hug ''Em For Real (=
Thinking of you keeps me awake,

dreaming of you keeps me asleep.

being with you keeps me alive
Love Is 2 Souls
Intertwined In Such
A Way You Can''t Find
Their Meeting Place
Nor Can You Tear It
Apart It Is One
Embodiment Of
Pure
Pleasure & Pain ,
Joy & Sorrow ....
red is 4 blood,blood is 4 heart ,heart is 4 love,love is 4 u and ur 4 me
U Can Hide D Pain U Feel & U Make Others Beleive That U Can Move On

But U Cant Deny The Truth Dat The 1

Who Has Hurt U Is Still The Same
U Will Choose To Love
4 d silent lover:



It hrts 2 luv sum1 & nt b lovd in return,

bt wht is more painful is 2 luv sum1

& nvr find d courage 2 let tht prsn knw hw u feel.
Kya kahu tumhe?
Khwab kahu to bikhar jaoge!
dil kahu to tut jaoge!
lo, tumhara naam zindigi rakh deti hu...
to maut se pehle hamara saath na chor paoge...!
They Say Move On

N That Is What Exactly I Do
I Start Remembering Of Your Caring Hug
Of Your Gentle Kiss
Your Lovely Style Of Talking
Moving On To Every Word
That Reminds Me Of You
The Very You
N Then I Find I Have Moved On To A New Day
I Find Another Chance To Love You,In My Own Way
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.