boy do you love me

boy do you love me
Boy- Do you love me?
Girl-Yes !!
Boy-Prove it!
Girl-How?
Boy-Jump down from the roof..
She walked up to the edge and said with a smile
Girl- Push me!
  

Mar, 23 2011     150 chars (1 sms)     3713 views       Love

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dheka he ujartey huwey ktne he gharon ko
dost
hai kon jo ishq mein barbad nhn hai
JINKE SAAYE MEIN KABHI CHAHTE THE GUJAARNA ZINDAGI,
AAJ UNKI YAADON SE BHAG RAHEN HAIN,
KAHIN SOTEY HUE WO KHWAB ME NA AA JAYEN,
IS DARR SE KAYI RAATON SE HUM JAAG RAHE HAIN
Ankhon nay kaha
Mohabbat ansoo ka samandar hai
jo kisse kay intezar may khamoshi say
behta hai

Dil nay kaha
Mohabbat kisse ko Khamoshi say chahay janay ka naam hai
kay aakhire
waqt bhee Izhar na kiya jay

Naseeb nay kaha
Mohabbat wala duniya ka khush Kismat tareen insaan hai
Aur jiss kay Dil may Mohabbat nahin
Woh duniya ka Badd Tareen shakhs Hai

Nafrat nay kaha
Aakhiri Jeet Mohabbat ki Hoti hai
LoVe Is MuCh LiKe

A WiLd RoSe ,

BeAuTiFuL aNd CaLm

BuT

wIlLiNg To DrAw BlOoD

In ItS dEfEnSe ...
Kiss is the first step to show
how much i love you,
how much i think about you,
how much i miss u
and
show that i trust u…
The Smallest Word
Is "I"

The Sweetest Word
Is "LOVE"

And

The Dearest Person
In The World
Is "YOU"

That''s Why

I LOVE YOU ... (:
Sometimez v put wallz around our heart...

not just 2 b safe from getting hurt...

but 2 find out who carez enough 2 break them down...
"Pyar kya hai"
Pyar- wo ehsas hai jis k saharey zindagi guzara assan aur bamani ho jata hai.
Pyar- wo dard hai jo bardi sey bardi taleef ka b pata naheen lagne deta, chahey jism jal b jaye.
Pyar- wo ummeed hai jo saan tootney k baad b qayam rehti hai
Masroof hai din raat usy wakat kahan hai
wo muj sy kary bat usy wakat kahan hai
betabi-e-dil ka usy andaza kahan hai
samjy mery jazbat usy wakat kahan hai
It Has Been Raining Since The Day She Left Me

Every Drop Reminded Me Of Things That Happened Btw Her N Me

As I Stand Alone I Want To Know Why

My Body Is Drenched But My Heart Is Still Dry ?????
I have 3 parts of my heart,
.
.
.
1st 4 my Allah,
.
.
2nd 4 my Family,
.
3rd 4 myFriends.

*

*

But no part 4 u,

Becoz,

U
R
My
Heart
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.