Dushman mere khusiyOn

Dushman mere khusiyOn
Dushman mere khusiyOn ka zamana hi nahi tha
Tum ne bhi kabhi apna to jana hi nahi tha

Kia karta akaila main saja kar kOi mEhfil
Jab shehar main kisi ne nibahna hi nahi tha

Dil ne to bOhat chaha magar kis tarah jeetay
JeenaY k liye kOi bahana hi nahi tha

Mur mur k dekhta raha maiN Umar bhar magar
Tum aaye nahi tum ko to aana hi nahi tha

Aik rasta bacha tha wO bhi lotne ka tha
Jata main kahaN kOi thikana hi nahi tha

Ab jhuk k mere lash ko jhinjhOr rahe ho
Jaise tumhare "SHAYAR" ko jana hi nahi tha
  

Jun, 14 2010     521 chars (4 sms)     3400 views       Love

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The Greatest Distance
On
Earth Isn''t North And
South
It Is When I Am Right In
Front
Of You And You Don''t
Know That

~ I Love You ~
Being Singal Is Cool
No Worrying Abt Any1,

No Obligations & Best Of All,No Heartaches

Bt U Know What?

If U''ll Never Get Ur Heart Broken,

U''ll Never Learn 2 Love
The Biggest Similarity bout ur First Love
&
First Drop of Rain is;
That how much even U try 2 Escape from it..!
It Catches U..!!
Hamein adat bohat thi peenay ki
Usnay apni kasam dey kar chura di
Bethay thay mehfil mein yaron ki
Yaaro ney us ki kasam de kar pila di
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..!
Love means

To commit oneself widout warantee
To give oneself completely inthe hope that our love will produce love inthe loved person
pyar krne k lie kisi ki soorat na dekho
us k ander k insaan ki khoobsoorti dekho
Love is an act of endless forgiveness
A tender look which becomes a habit
Kbhi Agr Tm Dua Me Kisi Ko Mango,

Phr Wo Tm Ko Na Mile To,

Ye Jan Lo K Kahin Koi Or Tmhe Apne RUB Se Mang Rha Hy,

Or Uski Mhbt Mai Tm Se Zyada SHIDDAT Hai.
aanvli Si Ik Larki

Aarzoo K Gaon Mein

Intizaar Karti Thii

Uss Ki Zindagi Mein Bhi

Ik Bahaar Aa Jaey

Uss Ki Duniya Mein Koi

Lay Kay Piyaar Aa Jaey

Sapnay Boonti Rehti Thii

Saanvli Si Aik Larki


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.
"Don''t ask for my heart, because I''m tearing it out and breaking it into

little bits and throwing it away so I will be heartless but you will not
know it beacuse I will be the perfect

counterfeit of a loving woman and you will receive

from me a perfect forgery of love."