if GOD give me

if GOD give me
if GOD give me 24 hrs b4 death.......

then i"ll spend 23 hrs wid U........
&
1 hr to find that person,who will care 4U
After MY DEATH....!!!!
  

Jun, 14 2010     148 chars (1 sms)     2384 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 !
Jaanta hu ke bewafa hain who,
Fir bhi dil ke haatho fareb khata hu.
Roz kehta hu ki bhool jaaunga usko,
Roz isi baat ko bhool jaata hu.
Can u hear the sound of my eyezz..
M lonely without u..

Can u feel the warmth of my heart-beatzz..
M nomad without u..

B mine..!
L o v e
Is What Make
You Live

n

The Same
L o v e
May Sometimes Makes
you Die ... !!
Talaash karo koi tumhe mil jayega !
Magar hamari tarah , tumhe kaun chahega !!
Jaroor koi chahat ki nazar se tujhe dekhega !
Magar Aankhein hamari kahan se laayega .... !!
Luv is beautiful bcoz

it''s a feeling controlled by heart,

bt FRNDSHIP is much beautiful

bcoz it''s a feeling dat controls d HEART
Aankhon ka hai faraib ya aks e jamal
Hai,
Aati Hy Kyun nazar teri sorat Jagah
Jagah
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest,
your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo.
It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. . .
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.
~ Captian Corelli's Mandolin.
Sometimes Its A Form
Of LOVE
Just To Talk To Somebody
That
You Have Nothing In
Common With
And
Still Be Fascinating By
Their Presence ... :)
Don''t promise me the moon or the stars

just promise me you''ll stay under them
with me.
Love Is Like A Little Old Woman And A Little Old Man
Who Are Still Friends Even After
They Know Each Other So Well..

Its True Love..