My blood is not

My blood is not
My blood is not
costly,
It is very cheap. But,

My heart is very very
costly,


Bcoz, it is full of




"YOUUUU".
  

Jun, 19 2010     127 chars (1 sms)     3437 views       Decent

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Invite Allah Into The Chemistry of Life.

He''ll Dilute your Sorrows,

Evaporate your Worries,

Filter your Mistakes

&

Leave you with Crystals of Happiness!

INSHAALLAH.
I nEvEr.....

Need 2 SEe D

sUn AgaIn...

ThErE EnouGh

lItE In Ur EyEs

2 lItE uP AlL D

wOrLd.......
Moon said to me, if ur friend is not messaging u why dont you leave ur friend.I looked at moon and said does ur sky ever leave u when u dont shine.
My Silence Doesn''t Mean
"I Forget U"

My Disappearance Doesn''t Mean
"I Don''t Care About U"

Our Distance Doesn''t Mean
"V r Far"

Coz

U''re Always In
"HEART"
There r Only 2 Persons
Who Can Tell You The Truth About You ...


A Friend Who has Lost His Temper ...

&

A Enemy Who Starts Loving You ...

REMEMBER ME LIKE PRESSED FLOWER IN UR NOTEBOOK.
IT MAY NOT B HAVING ANY FRAGRANCE BUT WILL
REMIND U OF MY EXISTENCE 4EVER IN UR LIFE.
If The Essence Of My Being
Has Caused A Smile To Have
Appeared Your Face
Or
A Touch Of Joy Within Your Heart
Then In Living
I''ve Made My Mark . . . :)
Fashion is simplicity 4 us.
Class is meeting hall 4 us.
Teachers are inspectors 4 us.
Girls r dolls.
Guys r prince.
Cafe means life 2 us.
Study is our part time hobby.
Campus roads r catwalk tracks.
We know how to laugh after short attendance & poor grades.

We are "STUDENTS"

Keep Rocking Buddies!
A boy was going with his Girlfriend,
a friend asked:Who is she ?
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Boy:My cousin.
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Friend smiled & said:Last year she was my cousin.
True friends are like mornings, u cant have them the whole day, but u can be sure, they will be there when u wakeup tomorrow, next year and forever.
''Beautiful Advice
Ager Dukhon Ka Darya Uboor Karna Hai To Ansoun Ko Jazb Karne Ka Tareeqa Seekho

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Duniya Ko Jeetna Chahte Ho To Awaz Main Narmi Paida Karo''
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .