Your Heart Was Frozen

Your Heart Was Frozen
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

BORN FOR YOU
&
REBORN FROM YOUR LOVE
  

Jun, 12 2010     214 chars (2 sms)     2836 views       Love

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Tum Mujhe
AL-Wida Nhi Kehna
Tum Se Naata Hai Youn Wafaon Ka
Jaise Khushbu Se Hy Hawaon Ka
Jaise Honton Se He Duaon Ka
Jaise Rishta He Dhoop Chaon Ka
Jaise jismon Se Aatmaon Ka
Jaise Pooja Se Devtaon Ka
Sare Bandhan Na Tor K Jana
Ab Tere Bin Mjhe Nhi Rehna
Tm Mjhe
AL-Wida Nhi Kehna
Jab Aapka Naam Zaban Par Aata Hai,
Pata Nahi Dil Kyo Muskurata Hai.

Tasalli Hoti Hai Mann Ko Koi To Hai Apna
Jo Haste Hue har waqt Yaad Aata Hai

Written By Piprani
"Think twice before leaving a
space in someones heart,
because its difficult to realize the pain
when you see someone else filling your space"
Bagon mein phool khilte rehenge...
Raat mein diye jalte rehenge
dua hai khuda se...
Aap khush rehein hamesha,baki,
hum to hamesha...
tang karte rahenge...
Love doesn’t require two
people look at each other,

but

that they look together in
the same direction.......
Dil ki Awaz se nagme badal Jate hai, sath na De to apne Badal Jate hai, palke
bhi jara sambhal ke jhapkna kyoki Palke Jhapkne se Aksar sapne Badal Jate hai.
You Can Hide Alot …
Behind A SMILE

A
B r o k e n
H e a r t

S h a t t e r e d
D r e a m s

L o n g i n g
D e s i r e s …
Life''s pearl:- Ven u start caring abt urself, u start loving smbody, But when u start caring about others, Somebody will start loving u..
Never underestimate the amazing power of love to change hearts and mindsets. Love can even give fresh inspiration to tackle what seems to be impossible.
Luv is beautiful bcoz

it''s a feeling controlled by heart,

bt FRNDSHIP is much beautiful

bcoz it''s a feeling dat controls d HEART
Love is Docomo, do the New. Mariage is idea
can change Ur life Wife is Hutch, where ever you go she
folows But Frienship is Airtel 1atut bandhan
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.