Loving someone

Loving someone
Loving someone
whodoesn''t
love u
is
like
watching
a
star
u
know
u
can
never
reach..
But
u
just
have
to
keep
trying..



And
why
not??




Coz
stars
can
fall...
  

Jun, 12 2010     195 chars (2 sms)     2970 views       Love

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v often don xpress our feelings coz of loosing in a relationship

but often v loose a beautiful relationship coz of not xpressing our feelings
A Wonderful Saying..

Trying To Forget Someone Whom

You Love A Lot Is Like

Trying To Remember

Someone

You''ve Never Met...!
Hey Krishna tu is kalyug mein aa kar to dikha…

Tune 18 saal ki umar me mama kans ko mara,
BIN LADEN ko hath laga kar to dikha…

Tune Arjun ko to Saari Geeta sunayee,
Mere Project Manager se ek baar baat kar ke to dikha..

Tune to Arjun ka Sarathi banke Pandavon ko jitaaya
Indian Cricket team ka Coach ban ke WorldCup jitaake to dikha…

Tune bhari mehfil mein draupadi ko saree pehnai,
Mallika sherawat ko ek jodi kapde pehna ke to dikha…

Tune gokul ki 1600 gopiyan patai,
Meri company ki sirf ek ladki ko pata kar to dikha…

Hey Krishna tu is kalyug mein aa kar to dikha…
Love is like a missed-call
It stops before you catch it
But Friendship is like an "SMS"
It comes to you inbox and stay
Whenever you read it
It makes you happy
and this stay in your inbox until you delete it

Respect you friends
Once U Have Been Loved, U Will Always Love.

For Whats in Ur Mind May Escape, But Whats In Ur Heart Will Remain Forever.

THERE IS NO INSTINCT LIKE THAT OF THE HEART.
Leave it once it'll will be left forever,
Get it once it'll be yours forever,
It’s nothing but LOVE,
LOVE only once and you’ll be loved forever.
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. .
dheka he ujartey huwey ktne he gharon ko
dost
hai kon jo ishq mein barbad nhn hai
Passion'' a word which involves so many feelings; I feel it when we touch, I feel it when we kiss, I feel it when I look at you. For you are my passion, my one true love
mein sahil pe likhi hui ebaarat nahein
jo lehroon sey mit jaati hai
mein baarish ki baarasti boond nahein
jo baras kar tham jati hai
mein khuaab nahein
jisey dekhaa aur bhula diya jaye
mein shama nahein
jisey phoonka aur bhuja diya jaye
mein hawa ka jhonka nahein
jo aya aur guzar gaya
mein chaand bhi nahein
jo raat k baad dhal jaata hai
mein to woh ehsaas hoon jo
tujh mein lahoo bun kar gardish karay
mein to woh rang hoon jo
teray dil par
chahray aur kabhi naa utray
mein to woh parwana hoon jo
jalta rahay aur fana naa hoga
khuaab, ibaaarat, hawak ki tarhaan
chaand, boond, shama ki tarhaan
meray mitnay ka sawaal hi nahein
KIYON K MEIN TO MOHABBAT HOON
AUR MOHABBAT KO KOI ZAWAAL NAhi
Bhoolne ki Adat Hai

Chalo Ishq nahi, Chaahne ki Adat hai
Kya karein ke Hamein Dusre ki Adat hai
Tu apne Sheesha-Gari ka na kar Hunar Zyada
Main Aaina hoon, Mujhe Tootne ki Adat hai
Wisal mein bhi wohi Faasle Sharab ke hain
Ke Usko Neend, Mujh ko Rat-Jagne ki Adat hai
Tera Naseeb hai Ae Dil Sada ki Mehroomi
Na Wo Saki hai, na Tujhe Maangne ki Adat hai
Ye Khud Aa Jati kab tak
Tu bhi usse na kar Yaad, Jise Bhoolne ki Adat hai.
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.
~ Captian Corelli's Mandolin.