when the lips are

when the lips are
when the lips are closed,the heart begins to speak.
When the heart is silent,the soul blazes up
bursting into flame and this illuminates
the whole of our life...
  

Jun, 19 2010     165 chars (2 sms)     3388 views       Decent

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Life is so short so follow some rules.
4give quickly,
Believe slowly,
Love truly,
Laugh loudly & nvr avoid anythng that Brings smile on ur face
My blood is not
costly,
It is very cheap. But,

My heart is very very
costly,


Bcoz, it is full of




"YOUUUU".
Life mein kbhi compromise karna pade to don’t hesitate.
BCoz……



Jhukta wahi hai jisme jaan hoti hai,


Akad hi to murde ki pehchan hoti hai..
We love ourself even after making so many mistakes...

Then how can we hate otherz for their small mistakes??


Strange but true!!!
If someone would ask me what a beautiful life means, I would lean my head on your shoulder n hold u close to me n answer with a smile:
''''Like this''''
All persons have several weaknesses, but each will have one particular strength, that''ll overwrite all weakneses. Concentrate on it to succeed.
What is DUA ?
"D"
Dil se Nikli Hui Awaz jo Ap Ko Din Bhar Sachi Khushi De.

"U"
Udasi Ap K Qareeb Se Bhe Na Guzre.

"A"
Allah Ap Ko Hamesha Khush Rakhe.
When Will People Understand

That

Words Can Cut As Sharply As Any Blade

&

That

Those Cuts Leave Scars Upon Our Souls . . .
"Golden Tip''s"

Paon Beshak Phisal Jaye,Lekin Zaban Ko Na Phisalne 2.

Aj Amal Hy,Hisab Nai,Lekin Kal Hisab Hoga,Amal Nai.

Jhoot Bol K Jet Jane Se,Such Bol K Har Jana Behter Hy.

Khubsurti Kapron Se Nahi,Ilm-O-Adab Se Hoti Hai.

Ibratein Beshumar Hain,Magar In Ka Asar Lene Wale Buhat Kam Hain.
Rab ne "Maa" ko ye azmat-e-kamaal di,
Uski dua pe aayi musibat taal di,
Quran ne "Maa" k pyar ki is tarah
misaal di,
k
Jannat utha k "Maa" k qadmon me daal di..
pati patni jab aapas me ruthte hai
to palang ke bich me bahut jagah
khali ho jati hai,
aur jab unke bich pyar hota hai to
palang ke kinare khali ho jate hai.
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. . .