log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai

log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai
log kehte hain wo mujse juda rehta hai
ban k dharkan jo mere dil me basa rehta hai
yun meri zat me shamil hai uski hasti
jistarha sary zamany me khuda rehta hai
  

Oct, 04 2011     160 chars (1 sms)     2666 views       Love

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jnbi c raho ka...ajnbi musafir ak
mujh se pooch betha hy rasta bta do gy?
ajnbi c raho k ajnbi musafir....sun,,,
wasta koi b ho nata koi b ho....
mnzlen nahe milti,mnzlen jo mil jaen justuju ne rehti or....
zindgi ko jeney ki arzoo ne rehti
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me."
Koi sham atti hay aapki yaad Lekar
KOI sham Jaati hai aaki Yaad dekar
Hamein to us Sham ka intezar hay
jo aaye aapko saath leker
Neend se kiya shikwa karun
main...."sagar"
Qasoor to us chehray ka hai jo mujhe
sonay nahi deta.....!
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.
AAP HUMEN BHULA DO HUMEN KOI GHAM NAHIN,
AAP HUMEN RULLA DO HUMEN KOI GHAM NAHIN,
JIS DIN HUM NE AAP KO BHULA DIYA,
SAMAJH LENA IS DUNIYA ME HUM NAHIN
I think about you always,
and the way you make me smile.
like when i look into your eyes, it gives me butterflies.
When you hold me in your arms n
when my lips connect with yours,
its a feelin that i cant explain
because i never felt like that before.
If I was given the chance to know a secret, I wish to know all the things that give u happiness coz there''s no other meaningful gift in this world than to see u happy.
Love Is Like

Sun Coming Out Of The Clouds

And

Warming you Soul ... =)
Remember me like pressed flower in ur Notebook.
It may not b having any fragrance,
but will remind u of my existence 4ever in ur life...
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don''t know how to replenish it''s source.

It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds;

it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Love Is Like A Bed Of Roses,
There Are Many Thorns.
The Path To True Happiness
Lies In Learning To Avoid The Thorns,
While Enjoying The Roses.