Chand to tum ho hi,

Chand to tum ho hi,
Kash tumhare chere pe chicken-pox ke daag hote,
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chand to tum ho hi,
sitaray bhi saath hote!!
  

Mar, 11 2011     98 chars (1 sms)     2985 views       Love

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Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go;

be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
True Love Is When
Everything In the World Is Going Wrong,
All U Have To Do Is Look At That Special Persom
And
Suddenly
Everything In The World Is Right Again . . .
dheka he ujartey huwey ktne he gharon ko
dost
hai kon jo ishq mein barbad nhn hai
Loving you could take my life, but when I look into your eyes, I know you''re worth that sacrafice!
Be Sabab Youn Hi Sar-E-Shaam Nikal Aaty Hain,

Ham Bulaien Tu Unhen Kaam Nikal Aaty Hain,

Koi Hamen Shouq Tu Nahi He Aawargi Ka,

Ham Tu Unki Galiyon Me Hamkalam Hone Aaty Hain,

Unki Jafaon K Zakham Kehte Rehte Hain Kuch Is Tarah,

K Raat Ka Andhera Charhte Hi Dard Tamam Nikal Aaty Hain,

Kia Bataon In Husn Walon Ki Tujhe !...Wasi...!

Ham Bulain Tu Parda, Warna Sar-E-aam Nikal Aaty Hain.

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True sadness is when you love someone,
and you know that they love you back,
and then one of you leaves and the other feels as
if they will never be whole again.
My love, you know you are my best friend.

You know that I''d do anything for you

And my love, let nothing come between us.

My love for you is strong and true.
REMEMBER that there will always besomeome who remember u
everyday with or without messages!or calls!THATS ME!!LV U
log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai
ban k dharkan jo mere dil me basa rehta hai
yun meri zat me shamil hai uski hasti
jistarha sary zamany me khuda rehta hai
nafratain lak mili koi muhabbat na mili
zindagi beet gai par rahat na mili
teri mehfil may har shaks ko hansta deka
ik may tha jisay hansnay ki ijazat na mili
Love tip-


It is advisable to over react
whenever ur partner is in trouble.
It is an opportunity to express
your love and solitude to him..
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.