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)     3994 views       Decent

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The Biggest Suspence Of Life is :
We Know 4 Whom We r Praying..
But ''''We Never Know The Person Who Is Praying 4 Us''''...
You can fool all of the people all of the time if the advertising is right and the budget is big enough
There''s A Wonderful Mythical Law Of Nature Dat The3 Things We Crave Most In Life ....
Happiness, Freedom & Peace Of Mind Are Always Attaind By Giving Them To SomeOne Else...
Time Makes Us
Forget Some People
But
Some People Makes Us
Forget Time
Such People Become
Our Life ... (:
A woman told her friend:"I've made my husband a millionaire."
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Friend:Wow that's great, what was he before he married you ?
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Woman:
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A Billionaire.
Talk 2 me wen I’m Bored, B with me wen i’m Sad, Hug me wen i Cry, Care 4 me wen i’m Sick, Don’t ever cry 4 me wen I die! Just treasure me wen I’m ALIVE.
always be the reason of someone happiness,
never be just a part of it.
a part of someone sadness,
but never be the reason for it.
Realize things before its too late.
Have lots of friends before you are alone.
Accept things rather than deny them.
Love people before you loose them.

Life comes just once.
Love it while you live it.
Your love is a lantern
That lights my way,
Uplifting my spirits,
When skies are gray.

Your love is a wave
That lifts me higher,
Into a sea
Of tender desire.

Your love is a flame,
That can never die,
For always and ever,
It will be just you and I.

Your love is a rose,
Moistened with dew,
Touching my soul,
With the beauty of you.
Life Is Not A

Cassette Player,

We Cant Enjoy

Our Favourite Songs.

But Life Is

Like A Radio,

We Have To

Learn To Enjoy

Whatever Comes.
Everything Is Pre-written & nothing can be re-written. So, live the best and leave the rest to God.
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. . .