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)     2894 views       Love

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Romance Mathematics
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
Muddat say koi acha dost na mila
Ek zamanay k bad milna acha laga
Sagar say gehri lagi apki ankhein
Tairna to ata tha hamein par dobna acha laga
Sometimes we put walls around our heart....
Not just to be safe from getting hurt....
But to find out who cares enough to break the walls n get closer . . . <-:
Love Is A Fire.

But Whether It Is Going To

Warm Your Heart Or Burn Down Your House,

You Can Never Tell

Everyone Says You

Only Fall In Love
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion
that each include the other,
each is enriched by the other.
Yahan Lehroon Nay Saahil Say Judda Hona Hi Tha
Jis Tarhan Hum Nay Chaha Us Tarhan Hona Hi Tha
Raiza Raiza Ho Kar Beekhra Fizzaon Main Baddan
Chaandni Ki Chaah Main Yeh Haadsa Hona Hi Tha

Hadoon Say Ghuzar Kar Hum Nay Pooja Tha Jinhain
Un Haseen Logon Nay Aakhir Dewata Hona Hi Tha
Ummar Bhar Dil Shaad Rehta Tark-E-Ulfat Pay Mera
Ek Baar Tu Woh Poochta Agar Bewafa Hona Hi Tha
Hain Mundaamil Ab Chahatoon K Woh Zakham
Jal K Dil Ki Raakh Nay Aakhir Dawa Hona Hi Tha
kro tu kis k lye akhir malal uska.
usy nahi tu mujhe bhi nahi khyal uska,
meri wafa ne banaya he bewafa usko,
kisi ada par nahi hai kamal uska,
mere naseeb ki yeh bhi tu khush naseebi hai,
k mujhe ko dekh kar sub pochty hain haal uska,
yehi dua me karo har baras k pehle din,
mere bagher ne guzry koi b saal uska,
mere urooj ko us k naseeb me likh dy,
khuda-e-paak mujhe sounp dy zawaal uska
Dard bhari zindagi ka suraag dhondte hai
hai andhera bhut yaha eak chiraag dhondte hai banaye thy tamsha zindagi ko es tarh
ke un mherbaano ka elaaj dhondhte hai koi en andhero main meri dil ki shmma jala de
hum apni badnasibi ka raaz dhnodhte hai hasrat ka aayina ye pather dil se toot gaya
sisho ke en tokdo main apna aaj dhondhte hai maazi ke tulkh lamho ne hame jhulas ke rakh diya
dil ko bhlane ke liye koi haseen khaab dhondhte hai
Love; someone who gives you a shoulder to cry on, someone to lean on. Someone who respects your need to be alone when you''re crying, though.

Good love; its when someone cares about you deeply, and when you''re crying, they make you laugh when you don''t even want to smile.

Great love; someone who physically wipes the tears away if you happen to be crying in front of them.

But true love...it knows. Its that person who notices your abscence, goes to find you, and when they find you, they don''t wipe the tears away...they kiss the tears away. They hold you, long and tight, until you fall asleep in their arms.
To love is to enjoy seeing, touching, and sensing with all the senses, as closely as possible, a lovable object which loves in return.
Shakespear says about Love

Love is the seventh sense

WHICH

Destroys all the six senses

And makes you a complete nonsense
Love is the expression of simplicity in emotion

The unattainable longing that comes so unexpectedly

With great subtlety and bliss