dard kitne hain

dard kitne hain
dard kitne hain bata nahi sakta
zakhm kitne hain dikha nhai sakta
ankhon se samjh sako to samjh lo
ansoon gire hain kitne gina nahi sakta
  

Jun, 12 2010     141 chars (1 sms)     3046 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

I love so much my heart is sure.
As time goes on I love you more,
Your happy smile.Your loving face,
no one will ever take your place
Rose Is Famous For Grace.
Advocate Is Famous For His Case.
Horses r Famous For Race.
But u Are Famous For Smile On Your
Face.
So keep smiling sweetheart........
Tum raho hum se door to ik kaam kar jana
Kuch pal apne humare naam kar jana

Agar a jaye mout humain tere aane se pehle
To a kar mere janaze ka ehteram kar jana

Na rona isqadar ke takleef ho humain
Mout ko bhi mazak samajh kar anjaan ban jana

Main ek din so jaon ga sada ke liye,
Phir mujhe bewafa keh ke badnaam kar jana

Jo guzro meri qabar se to nazrain na phairna
Mehman he ban ke Dua salam kar jana
Ur precious love has turned my life completely around,

I feel lik Im walking but my feet
don''t seem to touch the ground!
Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go;

be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
I ThOuGhT LoVe WaS JusT A mIrAgE Of ThE MiNd. . . It''S An IlLusIoN, It''S FaKe, ImPoSsIbLe To FiNd. . .
BuT ThE DaY i MeT YoU
I BeGaN To SeE, ThAt LoVe Is ReAl AnD ExIsTs In Me. .
PyAr Se ChaHe ArMaaN MaaNg Lo
/
RuThkar ChAhe MuSkAan MaaNg Lo
/
Bus TaMaNna Yeh Hai Ki Na DeNa
Kabhi DhoKha /
Fir HaNskar ChAhe JAAN MAaNg Lo.
LovE

cannot be expressed in words.


It is bigger than the universe,

Deeper than the ocean,

innocent than a newborn baby and more dangerous than war!!
"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart."
Love doesn''t grow on trees like apples in Eden
It''s something you have to make
And you must use your imagination too. . .
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.
Rishte kanch ki tarah hote hai,

toote jaye to chubhte hai.

Inhe sambhalkar hateli par sajana

kyoki inhe tootne me ek pal

aur banane me barso lag jate hai