Real love is a pilgrimage

Real love is a pilgrimage
"Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists".
  

Jun, 14 2010     124 chars (1 sms)     2477 views       Love

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I Wrote On The Door
Of Heart

"Please Do Not Enter"

Love Came Smiling
And Said

" Sorry I Am Illiterate" (:
November ki ik sard sham main.
Tum nay hamaray hath tham kar hamari ankhoon main jhankhtay hoy kha tha.
k jab purwa ki thandi hawain chalain gi.
kali ghatain laharah kar ain gi.
Sawan TOOT kar barsay ga*TU*Asay main achanak Chupakay SAY MAIN Ajao GA.
*JANA* SADIOON SAY HAMAIN US SAWAN KA INTZAR HAY*
It breaks your heart, to see the one you love is happy with someone else.........
but..
its more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you........
KOCH IS TARA WO MERI ZINDAGI ME AAYE
KOCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI BAN JAO
KUCH IS TARA WO MERE SAAMNE AAJAE
KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI MOHABBAT BAN JAO
KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE APNA LEIN
KUCH IS TARA ME OSKI ZINDAGI K KHUSHI BAN JAO
KUCH IS TARA WO MUJE PANA CHAHE
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.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
today a few drops of blood fell down of my heart and when i asked
why the response was "There was someone very cruel in yours heat
that forced us to come out
Socha yad na karke thoda tadpaye unko,
kisi aur ka naam lekar jlaye unko.
Par koi chot unko lagi to dard hame hoga,
ab koi ye bataye k kis tarah satayein unko.

The power of a glance... It is in this way that love begins, and in this way only... Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.
Love is a science. . .

It is all about passionate chemistry

Dimensionless physics

with

a bit of biology thrown in :)
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 I go away

What would still remain of me?

The ghost within your eyes?

The whisper in your sighs?

You see...Believe

And I''m always there