kisses Spread

kisses Spread
kisses Spread Germs.
Germs Are Hated...
Come On Baby Kiss Me,
Coz I"m Vaxinated
  

Jun, 14 2010     83 chars (1 sms)     2133 views       

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khoosh haal se tum bhi lagte ho
yoon afsoorda to hum bhi nahi
per jan''ne waale jaante hain
khoosh tum bhi nahi khoosh hum bhi nahi
Love That We Can Not Have
Is The One That Last Longest,
Hurts The Deepest
&
Feels The Strongest . . .
love is when someone breaks ur heart and the most amazing part is that u still love the person with every broken piece...
Keep the smile, leave the tear,
Think of joy, forget the fear...
Hold the laugh, leave the pain, Be joyous ,
Coz its new year!HAPPY NEW YEAR
Jo hukum karta hai woh iltejaa bhi karta hai...

Yeh Aasman bhi jaake kahin pe jhukta hai''

Tu agar bewafa hai to yeh buri khabar bhi sun le..

Mera intezaar koi aur bhi kartaa hai...
There''s Mothers Day And Fathers Day.
There Are Anniversaries And Birthdays.
But There Are No Special Days To Thank Someone Or To Apologize To Anyone.
They Can Be Done Anytime, Anyday.
Today I Choose To Thank You For Everytime
You Made Me Smile, Laugh,
For Everytime You Helped,
Wiped A Tear. And I Apologize For Any Inconvenience I Caused,
For Every Time I Was Rude,
For Anything That Hurt You.
Thank You For Being A Great Part Of My Small Life:-)..
// B e A u T i F u L
t H o U g H t //



"GOD Saw A Tear

And

Kissed IT Away

With The Smile Of

F.R.I.E.N.D .." :)
chalo

maan lete

tumhari khushi

ki khathir yeh bhi

tumhy chor dte hain.

kisi or ka hone dte hain.

per es baat ka

yaqeen dilao

tumhare jane k baad

tumhari yaad

mujhe kbi nai aye gi.

agr asa hi hu ga.

tu hum tumhy chord dte hain.

kisi or ka hony dte hain.
Tum Us¡ Kay Nah¡ Hoty jisay Apna Keh Do janam''


woh Kis¡ Ka Nah¡ rehta jo TumHara Ho Jaye''
Baithe Hain Honton KO see kr Pacahtain Gi AAp,







IshQ jaaG Uthta hY Aksar Aisi Khamoshi K Baad
Tumse kitna pyar hai dil mein utar kar dekh lo
Tumse kitna pyar hai dil mein utar kar dekh lo
Phir bhi na dikhe agar toh chashma badal kar dekh lo
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?