Bichedte hue yaad

Bichedte hue yaad
Bichedte hue yaad de jayenge
Khud sone se pehle unhi ko 1 khwab de jayenge
Unhe gila hai ke hm jawab nahin dete
Saanso ke rukne se pehle har jawab dy jayenge
  

Jun, 14 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     2305 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
Can I Say '''' I Love You '''' Today. . . ?
If Not, Can I Ask You Again Tomorrow. . . ?
And
The Day After Tomorrow. . .?
And
The Day After That. . . ?
Coz I''ll Be Loving You Every Single Day Of My Life.
Love Is When . . .

You Are Kept Awake At Night With The Thoughts Of Her/Him . . .

&

When Sleep Finally Finds You . . .

She/He Is Waiting There In Your Dreams . . . :->
Two hearts intertwined...
Different views...
Different dreams...
Different needs...
Different wants...

Bound by a fragile string called LOVE...
Union as willed by GOD...
Chale gaye ho dur kuch pal ke liye,
dur rehkar bhi karib ho har pal ke liye,
kaise yaad na aaye apki ek pal ke liye,
jab Dil me ho tum har pal ke liye..
Is Dil me aa saka na koi Is dil ko chura na saka koi Kasoor is main kisi ka nahi Aap jesi jagha is Dil main bana saka na koi
Tears R Better Than Smile Because,
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U Can Smile at Everyone,

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But

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U''ll Cry For Only One,

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Who is Special to ur Heart..
har koi pyar karta hai.

Koi bananein waley sey,
to koi bannein waley sey,

yeh farq apni jaqah hai laikin phir b log kissi ko unta naheen chah patey jitna k wo jo 70 maoon sey b ziada pyar kata hai,
Mousam b hai suhana,
Barish b ho rahi hai,

Bas ik kami hia jana,
Teri yad aa rahi hai,
Teri yad aa rahi hia...!!
Lab khamosh hain aankhon se baat hoti hai Aise hi mohabbat ki
shuruwat hoti hai ,,,...Tere hi khayalon me khoye rehte hai hum
Pata nahi kab din kab raat hoti hai....
True Test Of Love Is Not How Much U Love Some1,
ButIt''s How Long Can U Preserve It In Ur Heart . . .

If U Find New Subtitude 4 Some1 In Ur Heart, It Means,
U Never Loved That Person Frm Ur Heart . . .
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.