U were always mine

U were always mine
U were always mine & you will always be but you never realized,
because your eyes never looked in my eyes,
you are always there in my heart and i can listen your heartbeat before mine beats.
  

Jun, 12 2010     193 chars (2 sms)     2114 views       

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Tum Us¡ Kay Nah¡ Hoty jisay Apna Keh Do janam''


woh Kis¡ Ka Nah¡ rehta jo TumHara Ho Jaye''

You threw me in the corner of a cage, waiting to see
when paradise wind would blow from your hair.

From beginning to end you gave to everybody,
to paupers your assets and riches, peri.

Pauper Mazun cannot tolerate. He rips
his collar with his hand, making his eyes tearful.

Endures because of you, wipes with your skirt,
in view of your eyelashes, his tearful eyes, peri.
Keep the smile, leave the tear,
Think of joy, forget the fear...
Hold the laugh, leave the pain, Be joyous ,
Coz its new year!HAPPY NEW YEAR
If you are ever in doubt as to whether or not to kiss a pretty
girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt
"I Know Somebody,

They Cry For You. They Lie Awake

At Night And Dream Of You.

I Bet You Never Even Know They Do,

But Somebody''s Crying."
U were always mine & you will always be but you never realized,
because your eyes never looked in my eyes,
you are always there in my heart and i can listen your heartbeat before mine beats.
_ (-_-) _
Can u close ur eyes 4 minutes plz...!

Thank u...

Did u c?
Hw dark it iz...

Thiz iz life withiout sweet frends... so have gud frend 4eva...like me!
naam to likh doon us ka har jaga magar ye khayal aata hai,

masoom hai mera sanam kaheen badnaam na ho jaye...
Faisala tum ko bhool jane ka,

ik niaya khawab hei dewane ka.
*MeN dy raha hoN tumheN khud sy ikhtlaaf ka haq

*Yeh ikhtlaaf ka haq hy, mukhalfat ka naheN
Na Shab-O-Roz Achay Hain Na Hal Accha Hai,
Kisi Jogi Ne Kaha Tha Ke Ye Saal Accha Hai,
Me Ne Pocha Ye Intazar Or Kab Tak,
Wo Muskura Ke Bola Ke Sawal Accha Hai.
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?