U May Be BuSy

U May Be BuSy
U May Be BuSy,
U May Be Engaged
With Lots Of Works.
U Have 1440 min Per day.
Atleast For 1 min
Think That A Frnd
Is Waiting For Ur Message
  

Jun, 14 2010     145 chars (1 sms)     2755 views       Love

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Har daag, daag nahi hota...
har dost wafadar nahi hota...
yeh to dil milne ki baat hai...
varna 7 feero mei...
pyar nahi hota!
Teri Ibtada koi or hai.....
Tari inteha koi or hai.....
Teri bath hum sey hoi to kia......
Tara mudda'a Koi or hai....
Humein Shoq tha bari dair se k teray Sharik-e-safer banein....
Teray sath chal k khabar hoi tera rasta koi or hai.....
Tujhe fikar hai k badal dia mujhe gardish-e-shab-o-roz ne.....
Kabhi khud se bhi too sawal kar tu wohi hai ya koi hoor hai....
Expect the people you love to be better.
It helps them to become better.
But don’t get upset when they fail.
It helps them keep trying.!
Chal aisy dais main chalty hain
Jhan chand aur sooraj milty hon
Jhan rang titley phelati hon
Jhan khoshe kay jharnay behty hon
Jhan baton say khoshbo ati ho
Jhan piyar ki basti basti ho
Life ends when you stop dreaming,
hope ends when you stop believing
and love ends when you stop caring.
So dream hope and love...Makes Life Beautiful
Jab Koi Kalaam Kisi K Dil Mein utar Jaata Hai
Sach Kehta Hoon Likhne Wale Ka josh Nikhar Jaata Hai
Lagta Hai Kuchh To Hai Maayne Dil K Ehsaason K
Har Alfaaz Kagaz Par Khud Sawar Jaata Hai
If she is an apple and you are an orange,
celebrate your differences,
Make a great fruit salad
Love is not about being the same,
Its about being sweet with each other.
If "U" loVe someone, be sUre 2 teLl thEm eveRy daY;
becaUse oNe Day "U" migHt nOt bE abLe 2 telL thEm becAuse iT was toO laTe anD thEy arE no lonGer theRe..
The difference between crush and love:
When you like a person and you know why you like the person, it’s a Crush.
But when you like a person and don’t know why you like the person, its Love.
Vo likhte hain humara naam mitti mein
aur mita dete hain, Unke liye ye khel hoga
magar hume to vo mitti mein mila dete hain
A Short Walk iS So Difficult

Wen No1 Walks With U.

But,A Long Journey iS Just Like A

Few Steps

Wen U Walk With

Sum1 Who Cares For 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.