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)     2936 views       Love

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Even if love is full of thorns, i''d stil
embrace it for i kno that in between those
thorns, there is a rose that''s WORTH all the
pain...
Love Sometimes Denied

Sometimes Lost

Sometimes Unrecognized

But

In The End

Always Found Wid No Regrets

Forever Valued And Kept Treasured . . .
Love Means 2 SEe SumOne With Closed Eyes, 2 Miss SumOne In Crowd, 2 Find SumOne In Every Thought, 2 Live For SumOne, Love SumOne But 2 B Sure Dat SumOne Is Only One.... ;->
Jane kaha tha or kaha aa gaya!
duniya me bankar mehman aa gaye!
Abhi to zindagi ki kitab puri padhi bhi nahi aur jane kitne imtihan aa gaye...
i have liked many,
but loved very few,
yet no one has been,
as sweet as you,
i am the stand and,
wait woprld''s longest que,
just for the pleasure,
of a moment with you.
''What Upsets Me Is Not

That You Lied To Me,

But That From Now On

I Can Longer

Believe You.
When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When you cried you had my urge to hold you. When you said you loved me, you had my heart forever...
If i had the letters “HRT” I could’ve add “EA” to get “HEART” or “U” to get “HURT”. I would rather add “U” and get “HURT” than have a “HEART” without “U”.
Beautiful Line said By Someone In Luv :

"There Is A

Storm In My Heart

&

It Rains From My Eyes
The person who loves you a lot

will always do two things extremely for you.

1. Silently Caring and

2. Openly Hurting.

to make you Perfect.
"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart."
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.