If You Cannot Be A

If You Cannot Be A
If You Cannot Be A Pencil To Write Anyone''s Happiness

Then

Try At least To be A Nice Eraser To Erase Everyone''s Sorrows . . .
  

Jun, 19 2010     134 chars (1 sms)     3362 views       Decent

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Past is Xperience !

Present is Xperiment !

Future is Xpectation !

Use ur Xperience In Ur Xperiment To Achive ur Xpectations In All
Matters. . .
Isn’I It Nice Feeling
When You Think
I have Forgotten You
&

Suddenly You Receive A Message
Saying U’re Alwayz Remember & Greatly Missed
Every Fool Knows That He Cant Reach The Stars

But It Never Keeps A Wise Man From Trying
Beta ro raha tha Abu ne pucha ro rahe ho ?mujhe batao dost samajh kar.

Son:Kuch nahi yaar,sabzi k paiso se apni waali ko Load karwa diya to teri waali ne boht mara hai.
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!
Whoever You May b
Wherever Life Leads
You
You r Always
A Mom''s Child
A Dad''s Dream
A Family Future
A Frend''s Heart
n
Someone''s Life
Be The Best It :)
pal pal sa banta hai "EHSAH",
Shsas sa banta hai "VISHVAS",
Vishvas sa banta hai "RISHTA".
Ristoon sa banta hai koi "KHAS",
Jaisa
"AAP"
"LIVETOGETHER"

What did u read?

"Live together"

or

"Live To Get Her"

Just a beautiful way

2 say "LIFE is d way how u look n react.."
Friendship Is What I Offered To U..
Peace Is What
I Pray For U. Happiness Is What I Wish For U..
But Rememberance
Is Whti Expect
Frm U
Speak less to people whom u love most…..Because if they cant understand ur silence….. They can never understand your words…...
How much can sum1 care?

A man suffring frm brain tumor died.

His wife opned his cupboard

n found sum tablets wid a letter

"take them dear.

U catch cold easily when u cry."
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. . .