Gate Of Memories

Gate Of Memories
Gate Of Memories Wil Never Close,
How Much We Miss Our Friends Nobody Knows,
Days Will Pass Like Years,
We Will Remember The Memories In
Silent Tears,
  

Jun, 19 2010     154 chars (1 sms)     2736 views       Decent

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people always throw stones in your path

it depend upon u
what do u make from it
a"wall of difficulties"
OR
a"bridge over difficulties"
Time might lead me to nowhere; Fate might break me apart; I''ll always be thankful that once, along my life''s journey I had U in my heart...
Mana k
"PYAAR" ka
pehla lafz "P"
adhora hai

lekin

agar "P" ko nikal do

to

"YAAR" reh jata hai

Or

Aap jese "YAAR" ho

to

Zindagi se b
"PYAAR" ho jata hai.
U Gotta Take The Gud Wid The Bad

Smie Wid The Sad

Love What U Got

& Remember What U Had

Learn 2 Forgive

But Never FOrget

Learn From Ur Mistakes

But Never Regret

Ppl Change Things Go Wrong

Just Remember "Life Goes On" . . .
Life doesn''t provide Warranties & Guarantees... it only provides possibilities & opportunities for those who dare to make best use of it! Gud Day!
Aap Agar
"CUTE"
Ho To Sms Parhte He Miss Call Dena.

"SWEET"
Ho To Sms Kerna.

"BEAUTIFUL"
Ho To Call Kerna.

Or
Agr
Sub Kuch Ho To
Sirf YAAD Kerlena. . . ("-")
Life can b hard & not always fun.

But as night brings dark morning brings sun.

When life gets tough & no1 seems 2 care

Give Me a Call Coz I''ll always b There.........!
Relations r Like a
''Rubber band''

F L E X I B L E

You Can Stretch It As
Much As You Want
But Don''t Leave It After
Stretching
Bcoz It Really

H U R T S ..
suno logon
meri aankhain kharido gey??
mujhey ek khuwab ka tawaan bharna hai
ek esa khuwab tha jo jaagti aankhon ne dekha tha
magar dekhey huwey us khuwab ki tabeer ulti thi
nahi shikwa kisi se,apni he taqdeer ulti hai
jo ab tak ho chuka hai mujhko wo nuqsan bharna hai
ab aankhain bech ker he,
khuwab ka tawaan bharna hai
SUNO LOGON
meri aankhain kharido gey??
I always knew that looking back on my tears would someday make me laugh but i never knew that looking back on my laughter would someday make me cry...
History
Remembers
Only
Two
Colors

''RED''
"THe blood of martyers"

AND

''BLack''

"the ink of scholar"
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.