Long after moments of closeness have passed,
A part of you remains with me
And warms the places your hands have touched
And hastens my heart for your return.
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
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony.
Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.
Kuch Umer Ki Pehli Manzil Thi, …. Kuch Raste Thay Anjan Buhat, …. Kuch Ham Bhi Pagal Thay Lekin, …. Kuch Wo Bhi Thay Nadan Buhat, …. Kuch Usne Bhi Na Samjhaya, …. Yeh Piyar Nahi Aasan Buhat, …. Aakhir Hamne Bhi Khail Liya, …. Jis Khail Mein Thay Nuqsan Buhat
Chehare Pe Mere Zulf Ko Phailaao Kisii Din
Kyaa Roz Garajate Ho Baras Jaao Kisii Din
Khushbuu Kii Tarah Guzaro Mere Dil Kii Galii Se
Phuulon Kii Tarah Mujh Pe Bikhar Jaao Kisii Din
It is as presious as dimond It leads to a pleasure way where You cann't measure de time........... Don't get it out of hands if successed to get it..... It's love
