LOVe is like rain

LOVe is like rain
LOVe is like rain. That comes in every weather and drenched everything.

Love is not past moment that once it passed ,

it will never return.
  

Jun, 12 2010     146 chars (1 sms)     2308 views       Love

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REMEMBER that there will always besomeome who remember u
everyday with or without messages!or calls!THATS ME!!LV U
Some people in life are a part of us,

Even though we Miss them,

We never Lose them bcoz we find

The Memories of time Spent

Together still living in us
nafratain lak mili koi muhabbat na mili
zindagi beet gai par rahat na mili
teri mehfil may har shaks ko hansta deka
ik may tha jisay hansnay ki ijazat na mili
Rishtay jo pyar ke thay sabhi choot-tay gaye...

Bandhan bhi saaray zabt ke phir toot-tay gaye...

Khawab-o-khayal ban gayen yaaron ki mehfilen...

Ek ek kar ke yaar sabhi rooth-tay gaye...

Sab dard dil main bhar liye sukh ki talash main...

Hamdard ban ke log hamain loot-tay gaye...

Milti rahin sazayen hamain pyar ke aiwaz...

Apni hi Khawahishon ka gala ghont-tay gaye...
Boy- Do you love me?
Girl-Yes !!
Boy-Prove it!
Girl-How?
Boy-Jump down from the roof..
She walked up to the edge and said with a smile
Girl- Push me!
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
MERI SAAM-E-TANHAI AKSAR MUJ SY POOCHTI HAI SAHIL.
KAHAN GAYE WO LOG JJIN K LIYE ZAMANY KO THUKRAYA TUM NY.!!
Maintain

silence 4

2minutes

in memory

of those poor mosquitoes

who died

last nite

aftr drinking

ur blood,

they had

a heavy

diabetes

coz

u r

so SWEET!!!
A life filled with love must have some thorns,
but a life empty of love will never have roses.
It Hurts 2 Love Some1 Who Doesnt Give u Time.

Bt It Hurts More Whn u

Realise That u Didnt Gave

Time 2 Some1 Who Really

Loved U...
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Pain

iS SuCh An

UnComFortAble fEEling

That EvEn A

Tiny Amount Of It

iS EnoUgh

To Ruin EvEry

EnJoYmEnt