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"ÄJNABI"

Usay Kaise Akela Chord Don Is Rah Main

Sath jo Chalta Raha Majboriyon K Baad Bhi

Ban K Khushboo Rach Gaya Hai Yun Mere Ehsas Main

Door Ho Paya Nahin Wo Dooriyon K Baad Bhi

Rafta Rafta Us Ko Bhi Ye Duniya raas aa Gae!

Muskra K Wo Mila Hai Ranjishon K Baad Bhi

Faslay Kab Kam Hoye Hain Raabton K Baad Bhi

Ajnabi They Ajnabi Hain "Mohabbaton" K BÄAD Bhi!.
  

Mar, 17 2011     379 chars (3 sms)     2667 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

Ive got ur bak & uve got mine.
ill help u out netime.
2 see u hurt 2 see u cry.
makes me weep & wanna die.
ill b right here til d end.
cos ur my love & my bestfriend
People says,"Two and two makes four"
But I say,"one and one is equal to one"
How and when?when you love your and others two eyes counts to four(to see the world), and ur one heart and others one heart became one(to feel the pain).
Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don''t become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.
Seh liya har dard humne haste haste''
ujd gaya ghar mera yaaro baste baste''
ab wafa kare to kis se kare yaaro''
wafa karne gaye to bewafa hi mile raste raste..
I m going to write on all the bricks I MISS U and i wish that
one falls on ur head,so that u knows how it hurts when u miss
someone special like u.
Three things cant be hidden
1. coughing
2. sneezing
and
LOVE
I took All The Pain Killers
Coz I Wanted To Wash Away My Pain
But One Thought Of U
And It Hurts All Over Again. . .
Ro Rahay Hain Aaj Hum…
Ye Qasoor Faqat Humara Hai….
D_G
Hanstay Thay Hum bhi Kabhi
Mohabbt Karnay Waalon Par….
When you being Hurt by the Person who is Close to you

do Fight Because

Fight may Saves Relations But being quiet just Increases Gaps
I Have Given Everything For Love

But

It Is Still Not Enough

May be Love Is A Never Ending Sacrifice
My love for you is like water,
Falling countless…
The beating of my heart,
For you is so heavy and soundless,
The feeling of being in your arm is so
Precious and endless.
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.