Your Heart Was Frozen With The Endless Suffering
It Became So Hard Like A Rock
No Tear Can Melt It
No Fear Can Shake It
But My Love. . . I Still LOVE Your Frozen Heart
If the people we love are stolen away from us
the only way to have them live on is to never stop lovin"them.
Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever...
When you love someone truly,
you don"t look for faults,
you don"t look for answers,
you don"t look for mistakes.
Instead, you fight the mistakes,
you accept the faults and overlook the excuses.
Aek Lafz ''MOHABBAT'' hay kr k dakho tum tarap na jao to kehna. Aek lafz ''MUQADDAR" hay lar k dakho tum haar najao to kehna. Aek lafz "WAFA" hay zamana ma nh milta dhoond pao to kehna. Aek lafz "ANSU" hay dil ma chupa k dakho tumhari ankh sa nikal ayen to kehna. Aek lafz "JUDAEE" hay seh kr dakho tum toot kr bikhar na jao to kehna.
Accidents do happen.
i slip- i trip- i stumble-
i fall & usually i dont
care at all.but now i dont
know what to do coz
i slipped and fell in love with u…..
main lafjo se kuch bhi izhaar nahi karta,iska matlab yeh nahi ki main usse pyar nahi karta,cahata hoon main usse aaj bhi par uski soch main apna waqt bekaar nahi karta,kahin tamasha na ban jaye mohabbat meri isliye ape dard ko izhar nahi karta, jo kuch mila hai usi mai khush hoon main, uske liye khuda se takrar nahi karta,par kuch to baat hai uski fitrat mai jalim warna usse cahane ki khata baar-baar nahi karta.
Jawani ko zindagi ka nikhaar kahte hai
Patjhad ko chaman ka nikhar kahte hai
Ajeeb chalan hai is duniya ka Yaaro
Ek dhokha hai jise hum sab Pyar kahte
Hai !
aksar pyar karne wale,
apne pyar ki tarif karte rehte hai,
taaki wo unse juda na ho jaye,
hum isliye rehte hai khamosh,
taaki un par koi aur fida na ho jaye
I wud give up happines 2 never see u sad,
I wud give up eternity 2 b wid u always,
I wud give up my life so dat urs wud b new,
I''d give up evrythng, except u.
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.
