Miss u

Miss u
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Jun, 18 2010     152 chars (1 sms)     2110 views       

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~Nahi Hai MOHSIN ko tUm se shikwa tmhari Aisi sitamgeri ka

k tUm ko daras-e- wafa mila hai udaas rehna udaas Rakhna~
U were always mine & you will always be but you never realized,
because your eyes never looked in my eyes,
you are always there in my heart and i can listen your heartbeat before mine beats.
kon jane k kua hona hai ub k janam ....

tum her kisi se muhbat ki umeed na kua kar..

If false love is a sin,
why did you make drunkard eyes drunk?

The moth would not burn if there is no candle.
The nightingale would not go mad if there is no flower.

If Layla did not rupture faith,
why should Majnun wander around the mountain and the desert?

I’m talking about your attributes and your essence.
I’m afraid, I cannot return from my inner heart.

From love’s fire, why did you put
troubled words on Mazun’s tongue?
11. Nakami Ka Khouf Hi Nakami Ka Aaghaz Hai
12. Dua Yun Maango K Har Shay Khuda K Ikhtiyar Me Hai
13. Auron Ki Fikar Me Khud Ko Mat Bhool Jao,
14. Mayusi Mout Ka Dusra Naam Hai
15. Hamesha Naik Bannay Ki Koshish Karo Jis Tarah Haseen Bannay Ki Koshish Kartay Ho . . . /
aaj to trk e ta''aluq pe bazid lgta hy...

tujh ko dekhy ga to dil phir se machl jaega!!
"ZINDAGI EK
RAAT HAI"

Jiss Main Na Jane Kitney Khaab Hain,

Jo Mill Jayen Woh Apne Hain,

Jo Toot Jaain Woh Sapne Hain..

....Good Night....
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LIFE has no rewinds and forwards,

It unfolds itself at its own pace.

So never MISS a chance to LIVE today

to make a BEAUTIFUL story for TOMOROW
Teach: is sentence ka urdu tarjuma karo

"A beautiful girl is walking in a park"

Student:
"BHANCHOODDDDDD!!! Bacchi check ker...."
Tum Us¡ Kay Nah¡ Hoty jisay Apna Keh Do janam''


woh Kis¡ Ka Nah¡ rehta jo TumHara Ho Jaye''
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?