Muddat se door

Muddat se door
Muddat se door the hum tum,
ek zamane ke baad milna acha laga.
sagar se gehra laga aapka pyar,
tairna to aata tha par doobna acha laga....
  

Jun, 14 2010     141 chars (1 sms)     3658 views       Love

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Tumharay naam likhta hoon....!!

Tumharay naam likhta hoon...!!
Tumhare naam likhta hun,
Muhabbat aur khusboo ke,
Wafaon ke massarat ke,
Dhadakte dil ke wo nagme,
Jo insano ki dharti par,
Har eek mausam me gaye hain !

Tumhare naam likhta hun,
Akhuwat aur ulfat ke,
Sadakat aur azmat ke,
Wo phoolon jaise afsane,
Jo iss duniyan me logon ne,
Sune hain aur sunaye hain !
T h e h e a r t
w a s m a d e
t o b e
B r o k e n.

|-Oscar Wilde-|
Never Ignore A Person Who Loves U
Cares U
Misses U
Because
One Day U May Wake Up From Ur Sleep And Realize That
U Hv Lose The Moon While Counting Stars..!!
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine..
1.A confusion has confused my mind which is already confused
with some confusion.I don't know why this confusion had
confused my confused mindIf my confusion had confused
ur mind thn try to get a solution for my confusion to rectify
my confused mind.If my confused msg din't confuse
u,b happy
i wish...
to put ...
a song ...
in my heart ...
a song ...
of gratitude ...
and love ....
for you ....
for all that ....
you have done for...
and given to me....
Hum wo roshni hai jo dost ko roshan kar jayenge,

Tere pyar ki ek chingari se bhi jal jayenge.

Ek bar pyar se sms to karke dekh,

dafan hui kabar se b reply kar jayenge!
Lovd Is 2 Think About Someone

Else More Times

In A Day Than

U Think About Yourself
BARI MUSHKIL SE SULANE LAGA HON APNI ANKHON KO...........

TERE KHUWAB KA LALACH DE KAR................

AAJ 1 BAAR MERE KHUWAB MAIN AAO K.....................

MERI ANKHON KA AITBAR REH JAAYE.....................
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..
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Aarzo-e-safar ka jab hum nay irada kia tha,
saath chalnay ka usnay b wada kia tha,

kuch us ko ras na aaei wafa ki sadaqtain,
kuch aitbar bhi hum nay ziada kia tha,