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)     2431 views       Love

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FiRsT NiTe

FiRsT SiGhT

I SaW

I KnEw

LoVe''s SwEEtEr ThAn MoUnTaiN DeW

A pRoMiSe I mAdE and'' WiLL kEEp

2 LoVe YOU aLwAys.
Maintain

silence 4

2minutes

in memory

of those poor mosquitoes

who died

last nite

aftr drinking

ur blood,

they had

a heavy

diabetes

coz

u r

so SWEET!!!
Sometimes Its A Form
Of LOVE
Just To Talk To Somebody
That
You Have Nothing In
Common With
And
Still Be Fascinating By
Their Presence ... :)
Luv not one, Luv not two Luv d one who luvs u true,
Luv not three, Luv not four Luv d one who luvs u more,
Luv not five, Luv not six Luv d one who really sticks,
Luv not seven, Luv not eight Luv d one who really waits

-!- lOve nEveR diEs -!-
When you being Hurt by the Person who is Close to you

do Fight Because

Fight may Saves Relations But being quiet just Increases Gaps
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!!
Bee Love Honey
People Love Money
Flower Love Dew
But I LOVE YOU HONEY
Im selfish, impatient and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.
But if you cant handle me at my worst,
then you sure as hell dont deserve me at my best.
Hum iss qadar tumpe mar mittege
Tum jahan dekhoge hum hi tumhe dikhege
Rakhna har pal iss dil mein hamari yaad
Hamare baad hamare pyar ki daastaan duniya vaale likhege
Tere naam se apna naam jhoor loon aye sanam,
Teri sansoon se apni sanseen jhoor loon aye sanam,
Thaam loon hathoon mein hath yunhi umar bhar,
Zindagi ki sham ho jaye teri bahoon mein aye sanam...

MAHEK
Yaad kar ke Mujhe Taqleef to Hoti Hogi...
Aik Qissa Hoon Puraana sa Bhula De Mujh ko...
Dubte Dubte Aawaaz teri soon jaaoon...
Aakhri Baar Tu Saahil se Sada De Mujh ko !!!!
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.