JINKE SAAYE MEIN

JINKE SAAYE MEIN
JINKE SAAYE MEIN KABHI CHAHTE THE GUJAARNA ZINDAGI,
AAJ UNKI YAADON SE BHAG RAHEN HAIN,
KAHIN SOTEY HUE WO KHWAB ME NA AA JAYEN,
IS DARR SE KAYI RAATON SE HUM JAAG RAHE HAIN
  

Jun, 12 2010     176 chars (2 sms)     1993 views       Love

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Ur glowing eyezz..givezz me a zillion reasnzz..
to forgo my painzz..

Ur twinkling eyezz..makezz me a forte of those starzz..
to forget myself..


Ur lovely eyezz have made me immensely popular..

Evnthough, I try tuf to camouflage..
Hv been caught..!


B MINE..!"
Love is everything it‘s cracked up to be. That‘s why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don‘t risk everything, you risk even more.

hum wafa kay aadi hum har dum wafaa karin gey

Bun kar faqeer teri zindagi ki dua karin gey
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
If Bird Fell In Love With A Fish , Where Would They Live ?

Who Keeps The Fin , Who Loses Its Wings

That''s An Irony ... But That Is How Cruel

Yet Poetic Love Can be
Love is last stage of friendship,

its watered wid understanding,

which is d 1st stage of success!
Accidents do happen.
i slip- i trip- i stumble-
i fall & usually i dont
care at all.but now i dont
know what to do coz
i slipped and fell in love with u…..
"Luv Is Not Made

By The Time...!


Its Made With Perso

(U)

With Whom

The Time Is Spent"...! :-)
kab unki palko se izhaar hoga
dil ke kisi kone mein mere liye pyaar hoga
Guzarti hai raat unki yaad mein
kabhi to unko mera intezaar hoga
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.
Lamha Lamha Sanse Khatm Ho Rahi Hai, Jindagi Maut Ke Pahluo Me So Rahi Hai,
Us Bewafa Se Mat Pucho Meri Maut Ki Wajah. Wo To Bus Jamane Ko Dikhane Ke Liye
Ro Rahi Hai
LoVe PlUs

ThE fUn In ToGeThEr ...

ThE sAd In ApaRt ...

ThE hOpE iN
tOmOrRoW ...

tHe JoY iN hEaRt ... :-|