Jab Aapka Naam

Jab Aapka Naam
Jab Aapka Naam Juban Par Aata Hai,
Pata Nahi Dil Kyo Muskurata Hai.
Tasalli Hoti Hai Mann Ko Koi To Hai Apna
Jo Haste Hue har waqt Yaad Aata Hai
  

Jun, 14 2010     148 chars (1 sms)     4224 views       Love

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Remember that you dont choose Love, Love chooses you!
all u can really do is accept it for all its mystery wen it comes into your life ...

Feel the way it fills you to over flowing, then reach out and give it away..
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I Love You . . . :)
I wish I didn''t have to miss you. If only you could be with me always. I know I could never be any happier.
Basti mein hai wo sannata k jangal maat lagy..
Shaam dhaly bhi ghar pohanchon to aadhi raat lagy..
Khat mein dil ki batein likhna achi baat nahi,
Ghar mein itnay log hein jaany kis k haath lagy…
Un sy bichray dil ko ujray barson beet gaye,
Aankhon ka ye hal abhi tak kal ki baat lagy…
Mutthi band kiye baitha hon k koi daikh naa ly,
K chaand pakarny ghar sy nikla “jugnoo” haath lagy
Never Say I Love You If You Don''t Care . . .

Never Talk About Feelings

If They''re Not There . . .

Never Touch A Life If You Mean To Break A Heart.
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....
kisi girte hue insaan ko uthane do mujhe
kisi lut ti hui izzat ko bachane do mujhe
geet gaaye hain bahut pyaar aur mohabbat ke
aaj insaaniyat ke geet hi gaane do mujhe
Love Means 2 SEe SumOne With Closed Eyes, 2 Miss SumOne In Crowd, 2 Find SumOne In Every Thought, 2 Live For SumOne, Love SumOne But 2 B Sure Dat SumOne Is Only One.... ;->
Muddat se jin ki aas thi, Woh milay b tou kuch youn milay,

Hum Nazar utha kar tarrap uthay, Woh nazar jhuka kar guzar gaye...
WO mujhay choor gya hay
y baat tu sach hay
magar baat hay ruswai ki
WO jhan khain bhi gya
loat kay meray hi pas aya
ik yahi baat achhai hay meray harjai ki
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.
I am standing alone in the crowd,
Surrounded by people & music so loud.
My loneliness vanishes in a while,
As I think of U & Ur lovely smile.