love comes only with one person

love comes only with one person
True Love Comes Only With
One Person . . .
If It Comes For The Second
Time. . .
Its Just A Medicine
To Forget The First Love . . . =/

Strange But True
  

Mar, 23 2011     152 chars (1 sms)     2721 views       Love

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dheka he ujartey huwey ktne he gharon ko
dost
hai kon jo ishq mein barbad nhn hai
Mohabbaton mein,
Adawatein kesi!
Chahna kisi ko to phir,
Shiqayatein kesi!

Jab tumhara us par aitbaar hai itna,
To zara zara c baat per WAZAHATEIN kesi!
Zamane bhar ki baton mei hame bhula na dena
jab kabhi yaad aaye to zara muskura dena
zinda rahe to milenge dost
nahi to har diwali mere naam ka diya jala dena
With every cut i make another feet i dig down deep,
bury me there with all the tears i weep.
fill it with my sorrows & all the blood i''ve shed..
Go on hurt me,kill me..let death be my eternal bed !!
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
Unke Ikrar Ka Intezar Hai Mujhe,
Jane Q Unse Pyaar Hai Mujhe,
Ae Khuda Kab Ayega Wo Hassen PaL,
Jab Wo Kahenge Aapse Pyaar Hai
Mujhe...
Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,

hurts the deepest and feels the strongest.
Jab humne unse pucha sapna kya hota hai to unhone kaha band aankho mein jo apna hota hai khuli aankhon mein wahi sapna hota hai.....!!!!
Love can be

An Enemy or A Friend

It can be

A Poison or Remedy

It can

Kill or Give Life To Others

Use It Wisely ... =]
In all the years
we''ve been together,
loving one another,
I vow from my heart
that there has never
been another.
On the very day we met,
I gave my heart to you,
and I promise that
as long as I live,
I will love you!
kabhi lafz bhol jaon, kabhi baat bhol jaon,
tujhe is qadar chahoon apni zaat bhool jaon,
uth ker kabhi jo tere paas se chal doon,
jate howy khud ko tere paas bhool jaon.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.