The way u look

The way u look
The way u look into my eyes, it scares me,
The way u say I Luv U, it scares me,
The way u know just what to say, it scares me,
The ways u scare me I luv it.
  

Jun, 12 2010     160 chars (1 sms)     3035 views       Love

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My love, you know you are my best friend.

You know that I''d do anything for you

And my love, let nothing come between us.

My love for you is strong and true.
I Sought For LOVE
But
LOVE Ran Away From Me ...

I Sought My SOUL
But
SOUL Couldn''t See ...

Then

I Sought YOU
And
I Found All THREE ...
Sitaron ke bagher asmaan mein rakha hai kia?
Bin teray jeenay mein rakha hai kia?
Lagta hai sub kuch adhoora adhoora sa
Khushi ke baghair hansnay mein rakha hai kia?
4 d singles:



Dere r things u''d luv 2 hear 4m d person u like

bt dnt get 2 hear tht.Bt dnt b so deaf

as nt 2 hear it 4m d 1 who says it 4m his heart.
Main agar Tumhain jo Sanwar dun..
Tumharey
Roz-O-Shab ko Nikhar dun..
Mera Haath tham K EHAD do.
Mujey apny DiL ma rakho gay Tum..
Tumhain is Qadar jo Main Piyaar dun..
K Zindgi hi Haar dun..
To batao na…?
Mery bad bhi…
Yehi EHAD apna Nibhao gay…?
Ya K Muj ko BHooL hi jao gay.
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
When I pray I don’t see God, but I know he listens
As such, When I SMS U I don’t see you,
but I know you think of me and Smiles.
LOVe is like rain. That comes in every weather and drenched everything.

Love is not past moment that once it passed ,

it will never return.
Teri baaten hi sunane aaye
Dost bhi dil hi dukhane aaye
Phool khilte hai to hum sochte hai
Tere aane ke zamane aaye
Ab to rone se bhi dil dukhta hai
Shayad ab hosh thikane aaye
Mehkhane me jaam tut jata hai,

ishq me dil tut jata hai.

Na jane kya rishta hai in dono me,

jaam tute to ishq yaad aata hai,

dil tute to jaam yaad aata hai.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Bachpan ke dukh bi kitne ache the,

tab to sirf khilone tuta karte the.

Wo khushiyan bi na jane kaise khushiyan thi,

titli ko pakad ke uchhla karte the.

Paoon maar ke khud barish ke pani mae,

apna aap bhigoya karte the.

Ab to ek aansu bi rusva kar jata hai,

bachpan mein to dil khol ke roya karte the.