It breaks your heart

It breaks your heart
It breaks your heart, to see the one you love is happy with someone else.........
but..
its more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you........
  

Jun, 12 2010     165 chars (2 sms)     2419 views       Love

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Yeh Ansoo

Hanste hue, aankhon main kyun aa jaate hain ye aansoo
Yun khushi ko adhoora sa bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Dard itna hai saha, khaali ho gaya samandar ashkon ka
Jaane kahan se aankhon main bhar jaate hain ye aansoo,
Khush hoon main, koi shikwa zamane se na taqdeer se
Meri iss baat ko jhoota kyun bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Shayad khabar hai in ko bhi kis qadar tanha hoon main
Tanhaayi main mera saath nibha jaate hain ye aansoo.... !!
T h e h e a r t
w a s m a d e
t o b e
B r o k e n.

|-Oscar Wilde-|
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Kuch Umer Ki
Pehli Manzil Thi,
….
Kuch Raste Thay
Anjan Buhat,
….
Kuch Ham Bhi
Pagal Thay Lekin,
….
Kuch Wo Bhi Thay Nadan Buhat,
….
Kuch Usne Bhi
Na Samjhaya,
….
Yeh Piyar Nahi
Aasan Buhat,
….
Aakhir Hamne
Bhi Khail Liya,
….
Jis Khail Mein Thay
Nuqsan Buhat
Don’t rush in luv for it never runs out.
Let luv be the one to knock at ur door,
so by the time you start to fall,
you know that ur feeling is for sure.
Im selfish, impatient and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.
But if you cant handle me at my worst,
then you sure as hell dont deserve me at my best.
Dhala din..
Fir wahi shaam hogi..
Askh honge, yaadein hongi,
Zindgi...,Fir gum k pyalo k naam hongi.
Hasrato ki mehfil....
Uhi viraan hongi.
HUMAARI LIFE US WAQT COMPLETE HOTI HAI
JAB AAP HON OR MAIN HOON OR HUMAARE
CHHOTHE CHHOTHE PYARE PYARE SWEET SWEET
NANAY MUNAY AUR SHARAARTY "SMS" HON.
jnbi c raho ka...ajnbi musafir ak
mujh se pooch betha hy rasta bta do gy?
ajnbi c raho k ajnbi musafir....sun,,,
wasta koi b ho nata koi b ho....
mnzlen nahe milti,mnzlen jo mil jaen justuju ne rehti or....
zindgi ko jeney ki arzoo ne rehti
It is as presious as dimond
It leads to a pleasure way
where
You cann't measure de time...........
Don't get it out of hands if
successed to get it.....
It's love
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.
Some pray to marry the man they love,
my prayer will somewhat vary:
I humbly pray to Heaven above
that I love the man I marry.