Bepanaah Mohabat

Bepanaah Mohabat
Mujhe aaj bhi uski Bepanaah mohabat rone nahi deti "Faraz",
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Jo kehta tha "meri jaan nikal jayegi tere aansu girne se pehle".
  

Mar, 02 2011     132 chars (1 sms)     2891 views       Love

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Apne ehsas se cho0 kr m0je sundal kr do,
Main kai sadi0n se adhora ho0n mukaml kr do,
Na tmhen h0sh rahy na m0je h0sh rahy,
Is qadar to0t k chao m0je pagl ker do,
Tm hatyli ko mere pyar ki mehndi se rang do,
Apni ankho main mere nam ka kaj0l kr do,
Dho0p he dho0p ho0n main to0t k barso m0je per,
Is qadar to0t k barso meri ro0h ko jal thal ker do,
Is k say main mere khwab mehak 0then gy,
Apne chary pe umeedo bhara anchal ker do,
Apne h0nto se k0i m0har lagao m0je per,
Ek naraz pyar se dkho m0je ghyal ker do
Multiply It by Infinity

Take It To The Depth

Of Forever

And

You Will Still Only Have

A Glimpse Of How Much

I LOVE YOU ...
today a few drops of blood fell down of my heart and when i asked
why the response was "There was someone very cruel in yours heat
that forced us to come out
Tears R Better Than Smile Because,
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U Can Smile at Everyone,

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But

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U''ll Cry For Only One,

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Who is Special to ur Heart..
In Arithmetic of Love One Plus One Is Equal To EveryThing
And
Two Minus One Is Equal To NoThing....
Sweet are the words of Love

sweeter his thoughts

Sweetest of all what

Love nor says nor thinks. .
Meri mohabat ki wo inteha bhi tha,

Ajab kash-ma-kash thi meri zindagi mein,

Poojna usey bhi tha aur dil mein KHUDA bhi tha.
We are all a little weird and life''s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Beautiful Lines

"I Thought
L O V E
Is
L I F E ... !!!

But

My
L O V E
Taught Me What Is
L I F E ......... !!! :)
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
It is by the present heart of love that the blessings of the future are planted, to be reaped when the future again becomes the present.