if i could stop time i

if i could stop time i
if i could stop time i would stop it
every time you looked at me, smiled at me,
waved at me, or hugged me,
just so the moment could last a little longer.
  

Jun, 12 2010     157 chars (1 sms)     3068 views       Love

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Aziz hai mujhe har cheez se dosti uski,

Utar gayi hai mere dil mein saadgi uski,

Wo apne aap se kese juda karega mujhe,

Wo rooh hai aur mein zindagi hoon uski.
Us Ajnabi Ka Youn Na Intezaar Karo,

Is Aashiq Dil Ka Na Aitbar Karo,

Roz Nikla Karen Kisi Ke Yaad Mein Aansoo,

Itna Kabhi Na Kisi Se Pyaar Kia Karo,
I am in hospital now. After 5 minutes,
I will be transferred to a surgery room.
The doctor told me, I will die if I stop RECEIVING YOUR SMS.
Zamane bhar ki baton mei hame bhula na dena
jab kabhi yaad aaye to zara muskura dena
zinda rahe to milenge dost
nahi to har diwali mere naam ka diya jala dena
What''s Ur important for me?
Ur thinks is my breath
Ur feels become my beating
Ur breath pour in me spirit
Ur whispering awaken my whole body
Ur sight feels objective of my life
U r as much important as I
I can''t imagine
I can''t explain,
I only Love u forever
Not all friends are for life but if you have a friend you have a life

To lose your love is to have lived a thousand lives, and have them end all at once

Some love lasts a lifetime. True love lasts forever
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine..
“V spend energy in chasing illusion of happiness
instead of enjoying happiness in d moment..”



“The virtue of true love is not finding d perfect person,
but loving imperfect person perfectly.”

“Love doesn’t have happy ending coz, it simply doesn’t end..!”
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
ekh ke wo muje tera palke juka dena,
yaad bahut aye tera muskura dena,
kese bhulau wo sari bate, wo mithi rate, wo mulakate
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.
The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring