Lovely thought

Lovely thought
"Lovely thought"
Agar apke paas pyar he,
to duniya me or kisi ki zarurat nahi,
or agar pyar nahi he to,
apke paas kuch bhi ho sab bekar hai.
  

Jun, 12 2010     145 chars (1 sms)     2807 views       Love

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Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor
would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
Remember me like pressed flower in ur Notebook.
It may not b having any fragrance but will
remind u of my existence 4ever in ur life.
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...
Without Love -- dayz are
"Sadday,
moanday,
tearsday,
wasteday,
thirstday,
frightday,
shatterday.. so be in Luv everyday...
Wish u a Happy Valentine's Day
"Don''t ask for my heart, because I''m tearing it out and breaking it into

little bits and throwing it away so I will be heartless but you will not
know it beacuse I will be the perfect

counterfeit of a loving woman and you will receive

from me a perfect forgery of love."
Barsoon Baad Mile Woh Tu Galay Se Lipat Kar Ro Diye
Janty Ho dosto isi Ne Kaha Tha, K Tum Jese Bahot Milain Gay
I ThOuGhT LoVe WaS JusT A mIrAgE Of ThE MiNd. . . It''S An IlLusIoN, It''S FaKe, ImPoSsIbLe To FiNd. . .
BuT ThE DaY i MeT YoU
I BeGaN To SeE, ThAt LoVe Is ReAl AnD ExIsTs In Me. .
Jab Kabhi Aankh Mein Ashque Bhar Aye
Kuchh Log Dubte Nazar Aye
Hum Intzar Kar Rahe The Barson Se Jinka
Mera Naseeb Hai Ki Aaj Wo Udher Aye
Luving 100 Wrong Persons May Not Even Affect Your Life,

But Hating 1 Right Person All Leave U A Broken Heart Throuhout uR Life

Think Abt iT ..
Wo mere liye kuch khaas hai yaaro''
jinke laut aane ki na koi aas hai Yaaro''
wo najro se door hai to kya huwa..
Banke dil ki dhadkn mere paas to hai yaaro''
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Love is like a bed of roses, there are many thorns. The path to true happiness lies in learning to avoid the thorns, while enjoying the roses.