NAWABUN KI TARH

NAWABUN KI TARH
Gam ki Jageer mali hai warasat mein Mjhe

Apni Jageer mein Ryheta Hun NAWABUN KI TARH
  

Mar, 17 2011     85 chars (1 sms)     3291 views       Love

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It’s hard to find someone whom u truly love, much less to find someone who loves u as much. When the chance comes, don''t ever let go.
This Is Love, Isn''t It?
When You Notice Someone''s Absence
And
Hate That Absence
More Than Anything?
More Even Than,
You Love His Presence... !
Remember,

It is Easy to say, that you love someone

When you really don’t

But it really very very difficult to say,

That you don’t love the person

When you really do….
You Can Live Without

The Person Who Sayz

"You Are Mine"

But

You Can NEVER Live

Without Someone

Who Sayz

"I Am Yours"
if someone throw a stone to u,
throw luv toward him But if someone throws u then wait n think for a while b4 u act coz luv hurts more tan stone!!
its been too long now...I dint know I was so stupid that I ll wait for some one for as long as forever......

we have been apart more than we have been together..!
Sometimes I Wish I Never Saw U
Never Met U
Never Knew U
Not Bcoz I Dunt Like U
Neither Bcoz I Hate U
But
Bcoz I''m Afraid I Might Loose U
I can chose who to care,
Who to protect,
Who to share life with,
But I can never chose wid whom to fall in love with
Cuz love is not a choice it is destiny…
Zandgi ! ab ky myra naam shamil na karna"

Gar ye ty hai ky yehe khyeel dobara ho ga''

Jis ky hony sy meri sans chla karti thi ''

Kis tara us ky bagar gozara ho ga......''

Ishq karna hai to din rat usy sochna hy''

Our koch zyhan mein aya to khsara ho ga''

Moj ko malom hai junhen mein kdam rhkun ga''

Zandgi tyra koi or kanara ho ga...................''

Hearts beat 72 times a min,
Even if ur heart beats only once a min,
U’ll stil live coz 71 times my heart beats 4u.....
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion
that each include the other,
each is enriched by the other.
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.