love is when someone

love is when someone
love is when someone breaks ur heart and the most amazing part is that u still love the person with every broken piece...
  

Jun, 12 2010     121 chars (1 sms)     2407 views       

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Ek din marjayega kutte ki maut
jag walein bolenge margaya madharchod.
If you are ever in doubt as to whether or not to kiss a pretty
girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt
happiness is like a butterfly
the more u chase it , the more it eludes u...

but if u turn ur attention to other things,
it softly comes and sits on ur shoulder.
rooh mujh se bichar jane ko hai
Wafa-e-muhabbat rakh ho jane ko hai
Jo mere dil se jur kar meri zaat mein raha
Woh bandhan pal mein toot jane ko hai

Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai..
Sokoon dil barbaad ho jane ko hai
Raaste socho ke simat jane ko hai
Yeh kaisa too ne muhabbat mein faasla rakha
Apna ho ke ajnabi ho jane ko hai

Muhabbat phir mujh ko aazmane ko hai..
Qurbato ke nisha mit jane ko hai
Faasle dooriyu mein badal jane ko hai
Woh ja sakta hai meri muhabbat ko chor ke
Meri zaat to us ki muhabat mein waft ho jane ko hai
Boy : main kunwari larki k sath sex nahi karta..
Pata hai kyo ??
Boy: Kyo ke main khuun kharana nahi passand karta
Sardar thrmos le k picnic pr gaya.

Sardar: Is m thandi chez thandi or garm chee garam rehti hy.
Dost:Tum is m kya laye ho.
Sardar:4 qulfi 2 cup chae;-)
"ZINDAGI EK
RAAT HAI"

Jiss Main Na Jane Kitney Khaab Hain,

Jo Mill Jayen Woh Apne Hain,

Jo Toot Jaain Woh Sapne Hain..

....Good Night....
Jo hukum karta hai woh iltejaa bhi karta hai...

Yeh Aasman bhi jaake kahin pe jhukta hai''

Tu agar bewafa hai to yeh buri khabar bhi sun le..

Mera intezaar koi aur bhi kartaa hai...
Keep the smile, leave the tear,
Think of joy, forget the fear...
Hold the laugh, leave the pain, Be joyous ,
Coz its new year!HAPPY NEW YEAR
There Are Very Few Things Sadder In This Life
Than
Watching SomeOne Walk Away After They Have Luved U . . .
Watching The Distance Between Ur Boodies Expands Until There''s Nothing Left But Empty Space & Silence . . .
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?
''tune to muje chora hi nhe sex ke kabil bus kandom dala aur choru ho gae wah loot lia hahahahahahaa''