True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Love hurts when you break up with some one.
Hurts even more when someone breaks up with you
But love hurts the most
when the person, you love has no idea how you feel.
HUMAARI LIFE US WAQT COMPLETE HOTI HAI
JAB AAP HON OR MAIN HOON OR HUMAARE
CHHOTHE CHHOTHE PYARE PYARE SWEET SWEET
NANAY MUNAY AUR SHARAARTY "SMS" HON.
Gham me hasne walo ko kabhi rulaya nahi jata,
lehro se pani ko hataya nahi jata,
hone wale ho jate hain khudhi dil se apne,
kisi ko kehkar apna banaya nahi jata
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
