The Heart suffers a lot

The Heart suffers a lot
The Heart suffers a lot,
not because of ''''VIOLENCE'''' of other people,
But..
Because of ''''SILENCE'''' of Dear ones.
  

Jun, 19 2010     124 chars (1 sms)     3456 views       Decent

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The purpose ov relationship iz nt to hav sm1 who might complete u,Bt to hav sm1 wid whom u might share ur incompleteness!
Words Are The Most Powerfull Thing In The Universe . . .
They Are The Containers Which Contain
Faith Or Fear
& They Produced It After Their Kinf . . .
So Think Before U Leap
S . M . S DoEsN''T MeaN "Short Messaging Service"
It Only Means " Sweet . Memories . Shared "
WiD A sPeCiaL, LoViNg, CarInG & SwEEt PeRsOn LiKe U . . . :->
forever is good...but i think today is forever bcoz what we sow ...we reap that...what we do today will reflect forever
Books says “Read Me”,
Money says “Earn Me”
Time says “Plan Me”,
Flowers says “Love Me”,
My SMS says “Just Remember Me”
A candle may melt
and its fire may die,
but the love you have given me
will always stay as a flame in my heart.
Everything Is Pre-written & nothing can be re-written. So, live the best and leave the rest to God. Gud Day!
MeMoRiEs r tReAsUrEd,
No oNe cAn StEaL.
PaRtInG Is hEaRtAcHe,
nO oNe cAn HeAl.
SoMe''ll fOrGoT u wHeN u R gOnE,
BuT I''ll r3m3mb3r u No MaTteR HoW lOnG.....
Happiness is
like butterflys,
you run after it,
it keeps flying
away, if you
stand still,
it coms and
sits on your
shoulder. . .
so wish you
lots of butterflys
in your life.
i wish to
god for you
you will
always happy.
afterll i''m
RAHUL..... Happiness is
like butterflys,
you run after it,
it keeps flying
away, if you
stand still,
it coms and
sits on your
shoulder. . .
so wish you
lots of butterflys
in your life.
i wish to
god for you
you will
always happy.
afterll i''m
RAHUL.....
Good Unerdtsanding Btewene
Ecah Ohter Is Rael FierndSihp!
Eevn If We Hvae So Mnay
MsiUnerdsantndig Lkie Tish Msseaeg,
Btu i Konw U Cna Raed WtihOtu Msitkae !!
Zindagi bhar zindagi ki saza milti rahi,
Lamha lamha wafaaon ki jaza milti rahi.
Cherh kar jata raha har baar zakhmon ko mere,
Gham ke sholon ko yun hi hawaa milti rahi.
Meri nazron ne hai bakhsha husn ko farogh,
Uske har aaza ko ik adaa milti rahi.
Faasla badta gaya jitna gaya uske qareeb,
Khushk patton ko jaise hawaa milti rahi.
Paththron ki gird takrata raha ''Rahat'' ka wajood,
Sukhan goi ka sadaa nayee sadaa milti rahi.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”