Us k saath rehte

Us k saath rehte
Us k saath rehte rehte chahat si ho gai
Us se baat karte karte humain aadat si ho gai,
Aik pal na mile to becheni si lagti hai,
Dosti nibhate nibhate usay MOHABBAT si ho gai . . .
  

Jun, 12 2010     183 chars (2 sms)     3128 views       Love

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Forever is not a word rather a place where two lovers go when true love takes them there.
ISHQ DARYA HY JIS KA SAHIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<
HER DIL MOHABBAT K KABIL NAHI HOTA<<<<<<<<<<<<
ROTA WO B HY JO DUBA ISHQ MAI<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
AUR ROTA WO B JISE ISHQ HASIL NAHI HOTA>>>>>>>>
sumtymz itz harder 2 say ''no"
wen i really mean yes
sumtyms itz harder to close eyes
wen i really want to c. ..
but d hardest moment is to let go sumone
wen i really want him to stay.. .. : (
Let These Words
Not Only Touch Your
Eyes,
Let Them Travel Through
You Soul
And
Let Them Rest In Your
Heart
As You Rest In Mine ...
Love You (:
Love Is Thinking Of Them

When You Are Close Or Far Apart

Love Is Giving Someone

A Portion Of Your Heart
kab unki palko se izhaar hoga
dil ke kisi kone mein mere liye pyaar hoga
Guzarti hai raat unki yaad mein
kabhi to unko mera intezaar hoga
neend se kiya shikwa karun main....! sagar

qasoor to us chehray ka hai jo mujhe sonay nahi deta....
ek teri khushi me apni jan war don
jeti hoi bazi ek pal me har don
teri ankhon me anso hum se dekhy nahe jaty
jo dy tujhy gham uski dunia ujar don
There are three kinds of love:

Love takes a few days to get over.

Big love takes a few months.

And Great love well it changes your life ... *
khayal ko kisi aahat ki aas rehti hai
nigah ko kisi surat ki pyas rehti hai
tere bina kisi chez ki kami to nahi
magar tere bina zindagi udas rehti hai
Wo agar husn waloon ki sarkaar thay
Hum bhi shahir-e-mohabt k sardar thay

Aik jurm-e-mohabt ki padaash mein
Omr bhar keliay hum szawaar thay

Maot ka faisla jab kia tha kbhi
hum bhi tyaar thay, wo bhi tyaar thay

Kar skay na koi wadaa wafa
Aik eqraar tha , laakh inkaar thay

Hum marez-e-sahub gham rahay esliay
Jitnay taryaak thay , saray beqar thay

Wo jo bichar kar juda ho gaye
Wo mohabt k jazboon ki mehkaar thay
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.