If i were to describe

If i were to describe
If i were to describe true love than i wud describe it as what
a snowman did to a snow woman, he gave her a warm hug and they
both melted in each others arms...
  

Jun, 14 2010     162 chars (2 sms)     2819 views       Love

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losing your first real love;
its like waking up from an overdose
& realizing that youre still alive.
SuCcEsS hUrTs
WhEn YoU dOn''T hAvE a LoVeD oNe To ShArE iT wItH...
BuT fAiLuRe AlSo LoOkS bEaUtIfUl
WhEn YoU hAvE a LoVeD oNe To HuG yOu... (:
Ur there but not really.
Ur mine but not really..
I never really had u, so I never really lost u..

I have u,u have me but then again,not really
Zindagi ki raah mein aage chalte jana har pal,
Mur ke na dekh beete hue pal
Jo nahin tha tera tujhe nahin mila,
Jo milgaya uske sath guzaar apna har pal
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I Love You . . . :)
Luv & Kush r walking in village.
Luv falls into a well, y??
Coz luv is blind. Kush also jumps, y??
Coz luv ke liye saala kuch bhi karega.
I See U Aankhon Se, I Feel U Saanson Se,
I Kiss U Honton Se, I Remember U Chahat Se,
I Believe U Jaan Se, I Miss U Dil Se
&&&&& I Love U Kasam Se !!!
Dard bhari zindagi ka suraag dhondte hai
hai andhera bhut yaha eak chiraag dhondte hai banaye thy tamsha zindagi ko es tarh
ke un mherbaano ka elaaj dhondhte hai koi en andhero main meri dil ki shmma jala de
hum apni badnasibi ka raaz dhnodhte hai hasrat ka aayina ye pather dil se toot gaya
sisho ke en tokdo main apna aaj dhondhte hai maazi ke tulkh lamho ne hame jhulas ke rakh diya
dil ko bhlane ke liye koi haseen khaab dhondhte hai
kab unki palko se izhaar hoga
dil ke kisi kone mein mere liye pyaar hoga
Guzarti hai raat unki yaad mein
kabhi to unko mera intezaar hoga
Jab Aapka Naam Zaban Par Aata Hai,
Pata Nahi Dil Kyo Muskurata Hai.

Tasalli Hoti Hai Mann Ko Koi To Hai Apna
Jo Haste Hue har waqt Yaad Aata Hai

Written By Piprani
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires;
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
har koi pyar karta hai.

Koi bananein waley sey,
to koi bannein waley sey,

yeh farq apni jaqah hai laikin phir b log kissi ko unta naheen chah patey jitna k wo jo 70 maoon sey b ziada pyar kata hai,