aksar pyar karne

aksar pyar karne
aksar pyar karne wale,
apne pyar ki tarif karte rehte hai,
taaki wo unse juda na ho jaye,
hum isliye rehte hai khamosh,
taaki un par koi aur fida na ho jaye
  

Jun, 14 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     2552 views       Love

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I have 3 parts of my heart,
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1st 4 my Allah,
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2nd 4 my Family,
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3rd 4 myFriends.

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But no part 4 u,

Becoz,

U
R
My
Heart
Sabub Judai Ka Kuch To Batao Mujhay
Phir Chahay Dil-O-Jaan Say Satao Mujhay
Chalo Ye Mana K Fursat Nahe Tumhay
Magar Ye Lazim To Nahe K Bhool He Jao Mujhay
Love is like sunshine.
It brings a golden glow to its beholder''s face.
And a warm feeling all over their body.
It awakens souls and opens eyes.
And when its over, it leaves billions of small memories called stars.
To remind the world, that it still exists.
you''re ma honey bun sugar plump pumpi yumpi pumpkin,you''re ma sweetie pie,you''re ma cuppy cake gum drop spugm spugm slower the apple ov ma eye,n i love u sho n i want u know that il olwayx b ryth here,n i love to sing this song for u b.coz u r soooow deeeeaaaar :-)
Faith makes all things possible. Hope makes all things work. Love makes all things beautiful. I Love You my only love.
Hur dil ke dharkan mein koe baat hoti hai.
Hur udas zindigi me kisi ke yad hoti hai.
Tumhain pata ho na ho tumhari Hur khushi k peche humari (dua) hoti hai
Some people in life are a part of us,

Even though we Miss them,

We never Lose them bcoz we find

The Memories of time Spent

Together still living in us
Dil ki Awaz se nagme badal Jate hai, sath na De to apne Badal Jate hai, palke
bhi jara sambhal ke jhapkna kyoki Palke Jhapkne se Aksar sapne Badal Jate hai.
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
Love Is When ...

You Don''t Wanna Go To Sleep

Coz

Reality Is Better Than A Dream ...
Love is last stage of friendship,

its watered wid understanding,

which is d 1st stage of success!
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.
~ Captian Corelli's Mandolin.