Mana kee gum bahut

Mana kee gum bahut
Mana kee gum bahut zyada hai..

Par apna bhee … sab se chupa ke muskurane ka irada hai..

Tu badha de is dard kee siddat jitnna bhee ho sake..

Par apna bhee zindagi se jeene ka wada hai
  

Jun, 12 2010     194 chars (2 sms)     2426 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

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.
Meri mohabat ki wo inteha bhi tha,

Ajab kash-ma-kash thi meri zindagi mein,

Poojna usey bhi tha aur dil mein KHUDA bhi tha.
Se la luna ti ama che cosa ti importa se le stelle si eclissano..?

italian quote, translation:

If the moon loves you, then what does it matter if the stars fade away?
ISHQ KARNAY K B KUCH AADAAB HOTAY HEIN..
JAGTI ANKHOON MAY B KUCH KHAWAB HOTAY HEIN..
HAR KOI ROO DAY YA ZARORI TU NAI..
KHUSHK ANKHOON MAY B SAYLAB HOTAY HEIN rizzy
god knows the value of heart
so he created love.
He knows the value of nights
so he created dreams.
He knows the value of friend
so he created you.
[email protected]
If You Are Ever Going To Love Me,
Love Me Now, While I Can Know
The Sweet And Tender Feelings
That From True Affection Flow
“I Love Walking in Rain
So That No One Can See My Tears”,
.
It’s a Bit Old One
.
. Do You Know The Latest One??
.
“I Love Walking in Any Season,
Because
Petrol is Now "78 INR" Per Litre”.
Kas Khusiyno Ki Ek Dukan Hoti

Aur Usme Hamari Pahchan Hoti

Lelete Apke Liye Sari Khusiyna

Chahe Unki Kimat Hamari Jan Hoti !!
Aaj mujhe App Se Kuch Kehna Hai

Wo Baat Jo App Sunna Chaho Wo hi

3 LAFZ Jo Dil ko Chu jaaey


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Love




YOU
Love is the strongest force the world
possesses, and yet it is the humblest
imaginable.
Don''t promise me the moon or the stars

just promise me you''ll stay under them
with me.
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.