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Jun, 18 2010     152 chars (1 sms)     2072 views       

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Kabhi Socha he nahi Apni Zaat k Mutaliq Faraz

kaaSh...
Soch Laity To Aaj hm Tanha nA hotAy
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...
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
Ek din tujse rutkar dekhna hai,

tere manane ka andaz dekhana hai.

abhi to do pal hi sath chale ho,

kab tak tum sath chaloge,

ek din yeh bhi dekhna hai.

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?
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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.
Ek din marjayega kutte ki maut
jag walein bolenge margaya madharchod.
Santa: My 8yr old son is very naughty, he has made my maid servant pregnant.
Confused Banta: How the hell?
Santa: He took a pin & punctured all my condoms.
Teri Tasweer sE kArta thaa Batain,



Mere
Y
GhAr

mAin

AA...INA

nhi thA.
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?
Teri yaadain
december ki shaboon jaise
Jo aati hian tou jana bhool jati hain