Is iT PoSsIbLe FoR

Is iT PoSsIbLe FoR
Is iT PoSsIbLe FoR tHe RoSe To SaY “I’lL GiVe mY fRaGnAnCe To ThE GoOd PpL wHo SmELl Me, BuT I’lL wItHhOlD iT fRoM tHe BaD ?”
Or
iS It PosSiBlE fOr ThE LaMp To SaY “I’lL GiVe My LiGhT tO ThE GoOd PpL In ThIs RoOm, BuT I’Ll WiThHoLd It fRoM thE EvIl PpL?”
Or
CaN A TrEe SaY, “I’lL GiVe My ShAdE tO tHe GoOd PpL wHo ReSt UnDeR mE, bUt I’Ll wItHhOlD iT fRoM tHe BaD ?”

ThESe ArE iMaGeS Of wHaT lOve Is AbOuT
  

Jun, 12 2010     412 chars (3 sms)     2905 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

It’s hard to find someone whom u truly love, much less to find someone who loves u as much. When the chance comes, don''t ever let go.
MERI SAAM-E-TANHAI AKSAR MUJ SY POOCHTI HAI SAHIL.
KAHAN GAYE WO LOG JJIN K LIYE ZAMANY KO THUKRAYA TUM NY.!!
Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, all angels in heaven know I need u. years may fly, tears may dry, but my Luv for u will never die.
I could have a crappy day at work, but at night when I get to talk and think of you, you lift my gloomy spirits. You never makes me feel like I can have a bad day, and that is so uplifting to me.

Like I say so many times, you''re my Angel, sent from Heaven above to be my one and only. Your touch can excite me. When we are together, I wonder if you''re really there, or did I just had a sweet dream.
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-|
Gam ki Jageer mali hai warasat mein Mjhe

Apni Jageer mein Ryheta Hun NAWABUN KI TARH
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet


~ William Shakespeare ~
A Wonderful Saying..

Trying To Forget Someone Whom

You Love A Lot Is Like

Trying To Remember

Someone

You''ve Never Met...!
Three things cant be hidden
1. coughing
2. sneezing
and
LOVE
kabhi lafz bhol jaon, kabhi baat bhol jaon,
tujhe is qadar chahoon apni zaat bhool jaon,
uth ker kabhi jo tere paas se chal doon,
jate howy khud ko tere paas bhool jaon.
Jis ghari teriyadon ka sama hota ha,
Phir humein aram kahan hota hay,

Hosla mujh mein nahi tujhko bula deny ka,
Kaam sadiyon ka hai, lamhon main kahan hota hai
Jab Aapka Naam Zaban Par Aata Hai,
Pata Nahi Dil Kyo Muskurata Hai.

Tasalli Hoti Hai Mann Ko Koi To Hai Apna
Jo Haste Hue har waqt Yaad Aata Hai

Written By Piprani