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Jun, 18 2010     152 chars (1 sms)     2996 views       

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Cheel Uri..

Kaw_Wa Ura..

Maina Uri..

Gadha Ura..

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Sorry Yar Jalde Mein Main Ne Aap Ko Bhi Ura Diya . . . . :->
ub kauon roshni se darte ho faraz.
tum tu kahte thy mujhe chaand chahye.
Aksar uddas rehta hoon
Shehr-e-tanhaee say
Koi qaafila
Teri simt jata nahi
Kon hay jo teri khabar day
Mujhay !
Anjaan rahon pay
Gaye waqt ki dhool kay siwa
Kuch nahi..........
shayad iss lye mai aksar udaas rehta hon
Ek din marjayega kutte ki maut
jag walein bolenge margaya madharchod.
Sardar thrmos le k picnic pr gaya.

Sardar: Is m thandi chez thandi or garm chee garam rehti hy.
Dost:Tum is m kya laye ho.
Sardar:4 qulfi 2 cup chae;-)
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:-)..
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
Na Shab-O-Roz Achay Hain Na Hal Accha Hai,
Kisi Jogi Ne Kaha Tha Ke Ye Saal Accha Hai,
Me Ne Pocha Ye Intazar Or Kab Tak,
Wo Muskura Ke Bola Ke Sawal Accha Hai.
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
Kabhi Socha he nahi Apni Zaat k Mutaliq Faraz

kaaSh...
Soch Laity To Aaj hm Tanha nA hotAy
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?
Love is like a flower, give it some time, patience and lots of tender loving care; and watch it bloom into something wonderful before your eyes.