Khuwabon Ki Ek Basti Thi

Khuwabon Ki Ek Basti Thi
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
  

Oct, 04 2011     429 chars (3 sms)     3790 views       Love

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If V Discovrd Tht V
Only Had 5 Mins Left 2
Say All Dat V Wantd 2
Say. Evry Telephone
Booth Wud b Ocupied
By Ppl Calling Other Ppl
2 Stammer That They
LUVD Them ... (:
Being visible n being 2gether

isn''t always a requirement for being close.

It just takes some thoughts n memories

2 feel the presence of someone
Love means

To commit oneself widout warantee
To give oneself completely inthe hope that our love will produce love inthe loved person
Nigaho me or koi dosti ke kabil na raha,is kinare ka or koi sahil na raha.Chand jaisa dost mila hume zamin par, aasma ka chand bhi ab deedar k kabil nahi
raha.
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
Story:
1 Din Ek Pagal Lrki Phulon Se Khel Rahi Thi

Halke Halke Baaten Kar K Phulon Ko Bosay De K..

Shayad Kuch Soch Rahi Thi..
Yakayak 1 Kantay Ne Aa K Us K Honton Ko Zakham Bakhsha

Usne Phulon Ko Hata K Kante Ko Muthi Mai Le Kar
PYAR Se Thora Chuma

Shayad Wo Jan Gai Thi PYAR K Badle Yehi Milega.../
Luving has 2 phases.

1st Luving the person

bcoz of who he/she is,

2nd Loving the person

despite who he/she is not,

the 1st sparks luV,

the 2nd maks it Last.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
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.
Two hearts that beat as one,
which is what love is all about.
Two lives that intertwine,
never wanting to let one another go.
This is the genesis of love,
an everlasting one.
Road has speed
LIMIT...
Bank has money
LIMIT...
Exam has Time
LIMIT...
Building has hight
LIMIT...
But my love has
NO limit 4u.. :->
Ro Rahay Hain Aaj Hum…
Ye Qasoor Faqat Humara Hai….
D_G
Hanstay Thay Hum bhi Kabhi
Mohabbt Karnay Waalon Par….