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)     2734 views       Love

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The scariest thing about falling in love is getting hurt.
The scariest thing about getting hurt is not being able to love again.
The scariest thing about not loving again is being alone FOREVER.
A sMiLe tO pUt You On HiGh... A KisS To Set YoUr SouL ALriGhT... WouLd iT bE aLriGhT iF I spEnT ToNiTe BeiNg LovED bY YoU???
Aapse Dur

Aapse Dur Bhala Hum Kaise Reh Paate,
Dilse Aapko Kaise Bhula Paate,
Kaash Ki Aap Saanso Ke Alava Aaine Me Bhi Base Hote,
Khud Ko Dekhte To Aap Hi Nazar Aate.
Utra hai mere dil me koyi chand nagar se

Ab Khauff nahi koyi andhero ke safar se

Wo baat hai tumme ke koyi tum sa nahi hai

Ke kaash koyi dekhe tumhe meri nazar se !
I m going to write on all the bricks I MISS U and i wish that
one falls on ur head,so that u knows how it hurts when u miss
someone special like u.
WOrLd iS cRueL,
LoVe iS bLinD.
LoSt iN sAdnEsS,
BluR In miND.
HeArT iS bRoKeN,
fLaMe hAd DiEd.
TiMe HaS pAsSeD bUt wHy iS hE...
sTiLL nOt mInE...
Sometimes Its A Form
Of LOVE
Just To Talk To Somebody
That
You Have Nothing In
Common With
And
Still Be Fascinating By
Their Presence ... :)
LovE

cannot be expressed in words.


It is bigger than the universe,

Deeper than the ocean,

innocent than a newborn baby and more dangerous than war!!
If you love someone, put their name in a circle,
instead of a heart, because hearts can break,
but circles go on forever
Main apni raaton ki fursaton main tuje manaon to maan jana
Agar kisidin main apne ansu jo le k aaun to maan jana
Ye 1 dil hi tumhe diya tha so iss liye
Jo sooli pe muskuraon to maan jana
Tu bad-guman hai meri wafa pe to sirf 1 bar azma le
Jo haar jaoon to lot jana jo jeet jaoon To maan jana
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
WOH MUJH SEY YEH NAHIN KEHTA USEY MUJH SEY MOHABBAT HAI
MAGER WOH AAJ KAL AIK JANOON KI ZID MAIN REHTA HAI
AJAB AIK BEKHUDI HAI, JO USEY BECHAIN RAKHTI HAI
WOH MUJH SEY BAAT KARTA HAI....
BOHAT HI AAM SI, MOSAM KI,
LOGON KI MEHAZ DUNIYA KI RASMMI SI
SAMJHTA HAI MAIN US KI AAM SI BATON KO BUSS "YUNHI" SAMJHTI HOON
WOH JAB TUK PAA NAHIN LETA SAMJH NAHIN LETA,
JAB TUK...!!! K MAIN BHI GAMZAN HOON KHAMOSHI SE US K RAASTEY PER
MAIN BHI JAGTI HOON...SOCHTI HOON RAAT BHER US KO
MAGER US SEY NAHIN KEHTI...!!! "MUJHEY US SE MOHABBAT HAI"