Remember me lik

Remember me lik
Remember me like pressed flower in ur Notebook.
It may not b having any fragrance,
but will remind u of my existence 4ever in ur life...
  

Jun, 14 2010     139 chars (1 sms)     2961 views       Love

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Two hearts intertwined...
Different views...
Different dreams...
Different needs...
Different wants...

Bound by a fragile string called LOVE...
Union as willed by GOD...
Losing The Person U Luv . . . Hurts
Some Ppl Say Its Not A Big Deal
But It’s Really Tough
Especially When The One U Loved
Was The Only One U Have Ever Loved . . .
Main Tere Naseeb ki Barish nahin Jo Tujh pe Baras jaon...

Tujhey Taqdeer Badalna ho gi Mujhe paane k Liye ....
LOVE IS LIKE A SEA BCOZ IF ANY ONE FALLS ON IT THERE IS VERY DIFFICLT TO HAVE SAME WAY

I M IN LOVE
Hanskar woh gamm ki saza dete hain,
zeher main thoda sa pyar mila dete hain,
jab bhi naam aata hain unke diwano ka,
log meri taraf ungliyan utha dete hain......!!!
MERI SAAM-E-TANHAI AKSAR MUJ SY POOCHTI HAI SAHIL.
KAHAN GAYE WO LOG JJIN K LIYE ZAMANY KO THUKRAYA TUM NY.!!
When You Have

Nothing Left But Love,

Then For The First Time

You Become Aware

That Love Is Enough.
dont care so much
i may get used to it
dont cum so near
i may not detach frm it
dont put so much faith
i cant handle it
dont touch me d way u did
i may not get over it
dont start sumthin i wont b able to END.. ..
Love Is Alwayz Open Arms

If U Close Ur Arms About Love,

U Will Find

Dat U r Left Holding Only Urself . . .
The Essence Ov Life
Is Finding Someone You Really
LOVE
And Then
Making The Daily Experience
Worthwhile. . . [^_^]
Mudat k Baad Dekha usay Bdla Hoa Tha Wo
Najane Kiya Hadsa Hua Sehma Hua Tha Wo
Mujhy Dekh Kar Usne Chehra To Chupa Liya
Magar Ankhein Bata Rahi Thi k Roya Howa Tha Wo
Uski Ankhon Mein Dekh Kar Mehsos Hua Mujhe
Meri Tarha Kisis Soach Mein Doba Hua Tha Wo
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.