4 d silent lover

4 d silent lover
4 d silent lover:



It hrts 2 luv sum1 & nt b lovd in return,

bt wht is more painful is 2 luv sum1

& nvr find d courage 2 let tht prsn knw hw u feel.
  

Jun, 14 2010     160 chars (1 sms)     3548 views       Love

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Dil se tera khayal na jaye to kya karu?
tu hi bata teri yaad aaye to kya karu?
hasrat hai ki ek nazar tujhe dubara dekh lu
kismat woh lamha na laye to kya karu?
Zandgi ! ab ky myra naam shamil na karna"

Gar ye ty hai ky yehe khyeel dobara ho ga''

Jis ky hony sy meri sans chla karti thi ''

Kis tara us ky bagar gozara ho ga......''

Ishq karna hai to din rat usy sochna hy''

Our koch zyhan mein aya to khsara ho ga''

Moj ko malom hai junhen mein kdam rhkun ga''

Zandgi tyra koi or kanara ho ga...................''

Agar Pta Hota To Phatar Sa Muhabbat Kar Lety



Magar Kese Pathar Dil Insan Sa Nahi...!
If I die and go to heaven,
I put your name on a golden star.
So that all the angels can see how much you mean to me !!
I love you
Log Kahtey Hain Kyu Mohabbat Ka Ezhaar Nahi Karte
-
Hum Kahtey Hain Jo Lafzon Main Beyan Ho Hum Wo Muhabbat Nahi Karety
Silly Mistakes done by a unliked
person will be like a crime.
But,
A crime done by a favorite
person are taken silly."
Thats
affection!
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.
''Bhchrny par mojhe aiksa rahe hay''

''Woh ab katna badilti ja rahe hay''

Snhbhlon kase us Resham badn ko

''Wo haatun sy phslti ja rahe hsy''
"TEARS ARE SILENT LANGUAGE OF LOVE"...
WHEN TEARS COME WITH REASON MEANS U GOT SOME PROBLEM
BUT WHEN TEARS COME WITHOUT ANY REASON MEANS UR IN LOVE..
Trust me, that the Life is not a Life without You.
Chaman ko sajayay bohat din huay,
Tumhain pass aayay bohat din huay.
Kisi din achanak chalay aao tum,
Hamain muskarayay bohat din huay.
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.