NAWABUN KI TARH

NAWABUN KI TARH
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Mar, 17 2011     85 chars (1 sms)     3094 views       Love

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If I die and go to heaven,
I put your name on a golden star.
So that all the angels can see how much you mean to me !!
I love you
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine..
Pyaar Se Pyaari Koi

Pyaar Se Pyaari Koi Majburi Nahi Hoti,
Kami Apno Ki Kabhi Puri Nahi Hoti,
Dilon Ka Juda Hona Ek Alag Baat Hai,
Nazro Se Door Hona Koi Doori Nahi Hoti.
True love is not measured in hugs and kisses, but in struggles and fears, and those who can work though those...they possess true love
without love days are:-
sunday - sadday

monday - moanday

tuesday - tearsday

wednesday - wasteday

thursday - thirstday

friday - frightday

saturday - shatterday
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The Person Who Loves You Alot Will Always
Do Two Things Extremely For You:

1. CARING
n
2. HURTING
Wo mere liye kuch khaas hai yaaro''
jinke laut aane ki na koi aas hai Yaaro''
wo najro se door hai to kya huwa..
Banke dil ki dhadkn mere paas to hai yaaro''
mhjy yaqeen to nai mgr yai sch hai
mian tery wasty umry guzar skti hn
ik yai nai k tjy jeetny ke khawish hai
main tery wasty khud ko b haar skti hn
And When You Look Into

My Eyes

And Say I''m Gonna

Love You

Till The Day That

I Die

I Know That This Is Heaven.
Khuwabon Ki Ek Basti Thi
Ek Larki Us Main Rehti Thi

Apne Ghar K Angan Main
Kuch Sapne Boya Karti Thi

Apne Kamre Ki Khirki Main
Bondon Se Khela Karti Thi

Sab K Samne Hansti Thi
Chup Chup K Roya Karti Thi

Khud Hi Khud Se Kehte Rehna
Dosto Se Kuch Na Kehti Thi

Chand Ko Ghante Takte Rehna
Phir Khud Se Batain Karti Thi

Dekhne Wali Sab Ankhon Ko
Chand Ka Tukra Lagti Thi

Jab Toot Chuki To Sab Ne Jana
Wo Pyar Kisi Se Karti Thi
"Hum Ko GaLi Main dekh kar Khud Ko Chupa Lia,
jane ye DUSHMANO ne usay kia sikha diya,
ghar us ne kia banaya MASJID k samne....
CHAHAT ne us ki hum ko NAMAZI bana diya"
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.