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Mosam shabab ka
Mosam shabab ka,
Nasha sharab ka,
Parda janab ka or rang gulab ka,
in sabme haseen , in sabme Lajawab dekho SMS padne wala "Chehara Janab ka."
  

Jun, 14 2010     145 chars (1 sms)     3256 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

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U'n me forever..
and ever and ever!
Don"t find love,
let love find you.
That"s why it"scalled falling in love,
because you don"t force yourself to fall, you just fall.
If You Have Love In Your Life
It Can Make Up For A Great
Many Things You Lack.
If You Don''t Have It,
No Matter What Else There Is,
It''s Not Enough ...
Mujh Mein khoshbu basi usi ki hai"

"Jaisay ye zindgi usi ki hai"

"Wo kahin Aas Pass hai Mere"

"Ho na ho ye Hansi usi ki hai"

"Ab to ye khuwab bhi nahi Mere"

"Ab to ye Neend bhi usi ki hai"

"Ya to koi kami nahi Mujh mein"

"Ya phir mujh mein kami usi ki hai'
salaamz!!!!!!!
is that anybody there????
who wants to make friendshp wid me????
Neend se kiya shikwa karun
mai
Neend se kiya shikwa karun main...."sagar" Qasoor to us chehray ka hai jo mujhe sonay nahi deta.....!
You know you''re in love when at those times you''re apart,
You find yourself gazing at the sky in the
direction she lives and feeling some peace in
knowing that you live under the same sky.
TRUE LOVE means:
To FEEL someone in ever HEARTBEAT,
to FIND someone in every THOUGHT,
to SEE someone with CLOSED EYES,
and to MISS someone without reason:)
True Love Isn''t When
The Heart Beats The Fastest Or The Strangest
But
When It Beats No More
The Love Is Still There ... (:
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.
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…..
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.