I took All The Pain

I took All The Pain
I took All The Pain Killers
Coz I Wanted To Wash Away My Pain
But One Thought Of U
And It Hurts All Over Again. . .
  

Jun, 12 2010     120 chars (1 sms)     4399 views       Love

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Two things never defined in whole life,

1 is LOVE

bcoz u never know who LOVES u how much.

2nd Friend
bcoz u never know how deeply they care About U.
There isn''t any formula or method. You learn to love by loving -- by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.
I never knew a love
A love that could be sweeter
No matter what my mind says
Your music gives me fever
The moment that we danced
Your arms felt like a cradle
And when you took my hand
I was no longer able
It never felt so right before
I need to be with you much more
I can''t believe this kind of fate
We can runaway...
Is it love?
L o v e
Is Lot Like
A Backache ...
It Doesn''t Shown Up On
X-rays ...
But
You Know
Its There ... :)
L () \/ E

Is A Pathway Of Many
Colors N Dead Ends.

But When

The Right Path Is
Chosen,
The Sights Are Amazing. . . ?
The Sweetest Words Ever Said By A Lover To His Love :

"I Am Jealous Of The Ppl You Ever Hugged

Coz

For A Moment They Held My World . . ."
"LOVE"

one word that frees
us
of all the
weight and pain in life
ussay apni zaat ki fikar thi wo jo mera wakif e haal tha
woh jo us ki subhe urooj thi woh mera waqt e zawal tha
mera dard woh kaisay janta meri baat woh kaisay manta
woh to khud fanna k safar main tha usay rokna bhi mohal tha
kahan jao gay mjhay chor kar main yeh poch poch k thak gaya
woh jawab mujh ko na de saka woh to khud sarapa sawal tha
woh mila to saddiyon baad bhi mera lab per koi gila na tha
ussay meri chup ne rula dia jisay guftugu main kamal tha
"Adjust,





or don''t fall in love".
What is Love?
It’s silence when your words would hurt,
It’s patience when your neighbor’s curt,
It’s defense when the scandal flows,
It’s thoughtfulness for another’s woes,
It’s promptness when stern duty calls,
It’s courage when misfortune falls
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.
We Are All A Little Weird & Life''s A Little Weird
Annd When We Find Someone Whose Weirdness Is Compatible With Ours
We Join Up Them And Fall In Mutual Weirdness And Call It ''''LOVE''''