zindagi main bohat

zindagi main bohat
zindagi main bohat baar waqat asa ai ga
jb tum ko cahnay wala hi tum ko rulai ga
magar bhrosa rakhna uspar akelay main
who tum say kahi ziyada aansu bahaye ga
  

Jun, 14 2010     162 chars (2 sms)     3108 views       Love

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The Sweetest Words Ever Said By A Lover To His Love :

"I Am Jealous Of The Ppl You Ever Hugged

Coz

For A Moment They Held My World . . ."
Ishq kar deta hai bekrar, bhar deta hai pathar k dil mein pyaar, har 1
ko nahi milti zindagi ki ye bahar, kyunki ishq ka dusra naam hai
intezar.........
Dreaming of u makes my night worthwhile, thinking of u just makes me smile, being with u is the best thing ever & loving u is what I''ll do forever.
The sun is glazing,
Upon the sunlight I see the path of our love shining brightly knowing that it is so great to have sumone like U!
Luv You!
If Love is Water
I will give you rivers and oceans
.
If Love is Space
I will give you the whole Universe
.
If heat is your Love
I wish the Sun beside me
Gam ki Jageer mali hai warasat mein Mjhe

Apni Jageer mein Ryheta Hun NAWABUN KI TARH
I love two things,
a rose and you.
A rose for a short while,
but you the rest of my life
Wabasta hain suraj se kirne.
Chand se sitare.
Sahil se sumander.
Dareya se kinare.
Phool se khushbo.
Mazi se yadeen.
Khushi se gham.
OR
Ap se hum..
When You Love Somebody,

Be Ready To Take The Intensity Of Emotions. Be Jealous, Anxious.

Love With All Your Might.

Take The Pain And Everything That Comes With It.

Just Make Sure That The Person Is Worth It ...
Tere husn ki tareef karu to tarana na ban jaye,

Teri bewafai ka zikar karu to fasana na ban jaye.

Mat ker logon mei itna zikr mera,

kahin mera zikr tujhe chedne ka bahana na ban jaye
No genuine lover loves d face,they love the heart.

No heart falls in love by choice,its by chance.

No one stays in love by chance, its by faith..!
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.