Ab ke bichhade to

Ab ke bichhade to
Ab ke bichhade to shayad,
khyalo me mile,
jaise sukhe hue phool,
kitabo me mile.
  

Jun, 19 2010     84 chars (1 sms)     3445 views       Decent

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Talk Happiness
Talk Faith
Talk Health
Say You Are Well
And All Is well With You
And GOD Shall Hear Your Words
And Make Them True
Gardishen Lot Jati Hain Meri Balain Lekr

Ghr Se Jb Niklta Hon Ma"MAA"Ki Duain Lekr

Labon Pe Us K Kbhi Baddua Nai Hoti

Ek"MAA" He Hai Jo Mujse Khafa Nahi Hoti

Sumtymz We Think Of
Why Frendz Keep
4wrding Msgs To Us
Widout Speaking Words ?
The Reason Is Dat,
Daily They Have
Nothing To Say
But
Still Want To
Keep In Touch ... (:
In the central place of every heart
there is a recording chamber.
So long as it receives a message
of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage --
so long are you young.
When the wires are all down
and our heart is covered
with the snow of pessimism
and the ice of cynicism,
then, and only then,
are you grown old.
Time is the most playful element because...

It lengthens the minutes when you wait for some1.

& rushes the hours when you enjoy special moments with them.. :-|
East or West Fahim is the best.
East or West Fahim is the best.
Is MSG ko 50 logon ko send karo.
Inshallah Tomorrow will be Monday. Jite Raho. aur Jine Do.
There r 2 great days in a human''s lyf-


''''the day we r born

&

the day we prove y we born"
Her Insan Ki Alag Pechan Hoti Ha.Magr Hamary SMS Ke Alag Shan Hoti Hai.
Har Kisi Ko Hum Nahi
Ker Te SMS.
Magar Jis Ko Karen SMS Us Me Hamari Jaan Hoti Hai....
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.
NiKal KeR Dil Se Tere Waste Sada Aai

Uthay Haath Tou Yaad Ek Dua Aai

K Teri Umar Ko Dunya Ki Umar Lag Jaye

Waqt Saal Giany Aur Gin Gin K Thak Jaye
Boy asked a girl:Why do you love Rose,which dies in a day ?
Why don't you love me,who dies for you everyday ?
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Girl replied:
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Oye Hoye...Angreziiii.....
Life is just like a beach.

WE r moving without end.

Nothing stays with us.

What remains with us

is d memories of sum spl pepole

who touched us as waves