Kasoor to tha in

Kasoor to tha in
Kasoor to tha in nigahon ka ,
jo chupke se deedar kar baithi.
Humne to khamosh rehne ki thani thi,
par bewafa ye zuban izhar kar baithi....
  

Jun, 12 2010     143 chars (1 sms)     2021 views       Love

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Love Knows No Reasons,
Love Knows No Lies.
Love Defies All Reasons,
Love Has No Eyes.
But Love Is Not Blind,
Love Sees But Doesn''t Mind.

~ By Author Unknown ~
last night while lying on my bed
Looking at the ceiling
I realized I realized
If you would not be there, I would lost all the joys of my life"
If I had the letters "HRT",
I can add "EA" to get a "HEART"
or a "U" and get "HURT".
But I''d rather choose "U" and get "HURT" than have a "HEART" without "U".
Jaanta hu ke bewafa hain who,
Fir bhi dil ke haatho fareb khata hu.
Roz kehta hu ki bhool jaaunga usko,
Roz isi baat ko bhool jaata hu.
Is iT PoSsIbLe FoR tHe RoSe To SaY “I’lL GiVe mY fRaGnAnCe To ThE GoOd PpL wHo SmELl Me, BuT I’lL wItHhOlD iT fRoM tHe BaD ?”
Or
iS It PosSiBlE fOr ThE LaMp To SaY “I’lL GiVe My LiGhT tO ThE GoOd PpL In ThIs RoOm, BuT I’Ll WiThHoLd It fRoM thE EvIl PpL?”
Or
CaN A TrEe SaY, “I’lL GiVe My ShAdE tO tHe GoOd PpL wHo ReSt UnDeR mE, bUt I’Ll wItHhOlD iT fRoM tHe BaD ?”

ThESe ArE iMaGeS Of wHaT lOve Is AbOuT
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.
Sabub Judai Ka Kuch To Batao Mujhay
Phir Chahay Dil-O-Jaan Say Satao Mujhay
Chalo Ye Mana K Fursat Nahe Tumhay
Magar Ye Lazim To Nahe K Bhool He Jao Mujhay
How u deal with Love is how u deal with yourself,
and all our hearts feel t he same pains and joys as you,

even if our lives and ways are different..
All Love That Has Not Friendship For Its Base,


Is Like A Mansion Built Upon The Sand.
Kisi ki chahat ko saza mat dena,

Kisi ki mohabat ko dagha mat dena,

Jisey tum bin jeeney ki aadat na ho,

Usey kabhi lambi umar ki dua mat dena.
With every cut i make another feet i dig down deep,
bury me there with all the tears i weep.
fill it with my sorrows & all the blood i''ve shed..
Go on hurt me,kill me..let death be my eternal bed !!
...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth''s unknown, although his height be taken.
-- William Shakespeare