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Jun, 18 2010     152 chars (1 sms)     2841 views       

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// 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 .." :)
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
The importance of friends in our lives is like our Heartbeats!!!

Though they r not visible....

But...

They silently give us the gift called
"LIFE"
Dear customer!your kiss balance is getting low!!
Please get somebody and recharge ur balance now!
u have 2 free kiss,
and 3minutes hug
& will be expired on 1st April 2007
Aisa Nahi K Humne Usay Yaad Na Kya Ho

FARAZ

Roz Rath Guzarte Thay Hum TOM nd JERRY Dekh Kar
Ek wafa ko panay ki koshish me main ne,

zakhmi kr di hain wafain kitni

kitna masoom sa lagta hay ik lafz

"MOHABBAT"

or is lafz se munsalik hyn sazaaen kitni.
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:-)..
(¨`•.•´¨) I
`•.¸(¨`•.•´¨ )MISS
(¨`•.•´¨)¸.•´
`•.¸.•´ U
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.
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.
kisses Spread Germs.
Germs Are Hated...
Come On Baby Kiss Me,
Coz I"m Vaxinated
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?