happiness is like

happiness is like
happiness is like a butterfly
the more u chase it , the more it eludes u...

but if u turn ur attention to other things,
it softly comes and sits on ur shoulder.
  

Jun, 15 2010     166 chars (2 sms)     1941 views       

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''SUHAGRAT KI RAAT

LADKA : ( KAMRE ME AAKE )
JALDI KADPE UTARO

DULHAN NE KAPDE UTARE
LADKA KAM KAR KE BOLA

JALDI KAPDE PEHAN LO
DHULA AANE WALA HAI''
I hope that you finally understand,
that I will love you untill the end,
because your not just my girl,
you are also my best friend
Teri yaadain
december ki shaboon jaise
Jo aati hian tou jana bhool jati hain
Kyun Chhup K Mohabbat Kartay Ho
Sang Chalnay Ka Dam Bhartay Ho

Jo Shikway Gilay Hain Keh Dalo
Kyun Bat Kehnay Say Dartay Ho

Usay Bhol Jao Jo Guzar Gaya
Kyun Khud Say Itna Lartay Ho

Mujhay Bhi Khud Main Shamil Karlo
Kyun Tanha Aag Main Jaltay Ho

Be-Fikar Hojao Ye Jan Lo
Tum Meray Dil Main Bastay Ho
Faisala tum ko bhool jane ka,

ik niaya khawab hei dewane ka.
Meri Ankhoon Sai Kabhi Utroo Dil Main,
Kai Main Dhadkan Main Basa Lon Tum Ko,
Jaan Sai Barh Kar Chahon Tumhain,
Apni Zindagi Hi Banna Loon Tum Ko,
Maray Khabon Main Sirf Tum Hi Baso,
Apni Neendon Main Saja Loon Tum Ko,
Loogon Ki Bhir Main Kho Na Jao Kahin,
Zamanay Sai Chalo Main Chura Lon Tum Ko,
Meri Tanhai Ko Zaroorat Hai Tumhari,
Gar Ijazat Ho Tu Yadon Main Bula Lon Tum Ko
Love That We Can Not Have
Is The One That Last Longest,
Hurts The Deepest
&
Feels The Strongest . . .
mujhey tum sey kuch kehna hai, ghaur sey sunna aur amal b karna,




"Susu kar k sona"!
warma ammi sey subha phir mar pardey ghee
Saleeka Ho Agar Bheegi Hoi Aankhon Ko Parrhney Ka''''.....


To Phir Behty Huye Aansu Bhi Akser Baat Krtey Hain"...
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.
_ (-_-) _
Can u close ur eyes 4 minutes plz...!

Thank u...

Did u c?
Hw dark it iz...

Thiz iz life withiout sweet frends... so have gud frend 4eva...like me!
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?