A Prayer can g0

A Prayer can g0
A Prayer can g0, where i can''t g0.
Thr0ugh PRAYER i can b with U, i care with0ut being there.
I may b miles away 4m U,bt my Prayers r alwz vd U!
  

Jun, 19 2010     148 chars (1 sms)     3104 views       Decent

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Jab Tak Chiragh Na Jaley Shaheedon Ke Laho Se..


Kehte Hain Ke Jannat Main Chiraghan Nahi Hota.. !!


)~( HAPPY DEFENCE DAY )~(
Caring for someone is easy, but to make someone care for you is difficult, So never lose the one who really cares for you!
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, I will try again tomorrow.
Emotions,
Like words written on sand,
To be washed away by a rough tide.
Or, like a name etched on a rock
Withstanding the assault of time.
If U Find The Whole World Behind U & U Are Alone On One Side Than What Will U Do ?



Very Simle . . . .



Just Turn Back & U''ll Become The Leader Of Whole World . . .
Think Positive . . .
"World Is Round"
"Round Is Zero"
"Zero Is Nothing"
"Nothing Is Life"

So Be Happy And Try To Make Others To Happy.
That Is Real Life..
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.
It’s not your mistake if you can''t read
the eyes which cheats u but it''s really
your mistake if you can''t read the
eyes which cares you.
Relation Are Like Leaves Of Tree
&
Ur Life Is Like A Tree On The Land
Life Has Its Own Seasons, One Time Of Autumn Will Come When U’ll Lose Ur Relation
But Don’t Worry & Give Sometime To Ur Life & Wait For The Spring When U’ll Gain Numbers Of Fresh Relations
~*~ Sometimes

When You Are

Really Lonely,

You Really Feel Alive

And

You Feel Like You Know

"Who You Are..." ~*~
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. . .
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 . . .