People are like

People are like
People are like stained glass windows: they sparkle

and shine when the sun''s out, but when the darkness

sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there

is light within.
  

Jun, 19 2010     183 chars (2 sms)     2790 views       Decent

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Loving Urself Is
Common

But

Caring 4 Some1 Can b
Magnanimous

Coz

U Mi8 Nt Remember A
Small Act Od Caring

But

It Mi8 b d Brightest
Moment In Some1''s
Life =)
us ny mughy prinda samjh kR is shaM k Andheron main Uraa diya.... ..

muGhaL...............

usay ye nhe pta k sham ko urny waly parinday kabhi loata nhe krty.
In ThE Rhytm Of Life . . . We SumTime Finds OurSelves Out Of Tunes . . .
But As Long As There Are Friend Like U To Provide Melody . . .
Muzik Plays On . . .
ScHoOL buNkErs
bAcK beNchERs
Car RAceRS
sTudY HaTErS
cLasS DhoOmER
strEAt tAKerS
pArtY mAkerS
fiGHTErs
cHeaTErS
EaV tEaSeRs
PEOPLE CALL US

NATIONAL R0CKERZ....
Smile in Pleasure
Smile in Pain
Smile when trouble pours like Rain
Smile when someone Hurts U
Smile because SOMEONE
still Loves to see u Smiling
In ‘The Universal Bank of God'', God stores his blessings & deposited 365 days full of love, faith & happiness for you. So, Enjoy spending.
Pain,
Like a tear unshed,
Stalling the ache.
Or, a deluge uncontrolled.
Drowning hope in its wake.
There Is A Place In The HEART
Where THOUGHTS Becomes DREAMS...
&
DREAMS Can B Accomplished While U
Have BELEIVE In Urself........
I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
Knowing a person is like music, what attracts us to them is their melody, and as we get to know who they are, we learn their lyrics.
'Two simple lines-

Don't make any close relation without full understanding...

And

Don't break any close relation with small misunderstanding...!'
Treasure Every Moment That You Have. . .

Yesterday Is A History. . .

Tomorrow Is A Mystery. . .

Today Is A Gift. . .

That''s Why It''s
Called The Present. . .