Muddassar Khan

Muddassar Khan
Mohabat phir Muhabat he....

Kbi Dil se nhi jaati,

Hazaron rang hain is k,

Ajab hi dhang hain iske,

Kabi sehra.

Kabi darya,

Kabi jugnu,

Kabi aansu,

Hazaro roop rakhte he,

Badan jhulsa k jo rakh de

Kabi wo dhoop rekhti he,

Kabi ban kar ye ek jugnu shab-e-gham k andheron main

Dilon ko aas deti he,

Kabi manzil kenaarey par piyasa maar deti he,

Aziyat hi aziyat hai,

Magr

Ye b haqiqat he,

Muhabat phir muhabat he

Kabi dil se nhi jaati...
  

Dec, 06 2011     452 chars (3 sms)     3704 views       Love

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Tum jab say mile ho yeh duniya janat hay
Tumhain yon chahtay rehna hi bus meri ibadat hay
Na janay q nahi laga mujay dar is zamanay say
Suna hai pyar karnay walo ki aesi hi fitrat hay
Meray mehboob agar koi laga day mujh ko sooli bhi
Meri mayyat bhi bolay gi mujhay tum say mohabbat hay
Somewhere,sum1 dreams

of your smile

& finds your presence in life

so worthwhile.

So when your lonely,

remember its true that

some1,somewhere, is thinking of u.
They say everything happens for a reason, im left here still trying to figure out the reason you came and left so fast...
it was totally pointless, im just left here completely heartbroken. . . :(
mujh sey dur hone k baad
yaad aon ga main

har khushi rooth jane k baad
yaad aon ga main

apnu k rooth janey k baad
yaad aon ga main

moosam badalney k baad
yaad aon ga main

ab mujh sey saha nai jata
zindagi sey rooth janey k baad
yaad aon ga main
The Most Important
Thing Is Life Is ...
To Love Someone ...


The Second Most
Important Thing In
Life Is ...
To have Someone
Love You

The Third Most
Important Thing Is ...
To Have The First Two
Happen At The Same
Time ... ^_^
It iS True That
"OPEN" n "CLOSE"... Are Words Wid Opposite Meanings
But
Try To Understand, Why WillYou Alwayz Be "OPEN" To The Person Who iS "CLOSE". . . .:->
Love is like a game of chess:
One false move and you''re mated.
Love is like a knife,

it can stab the heart or

it can carve wonderful images

into the soul that will last a lifetime
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.
taa-umr

yu hi hum jehmat uthate hain
chand akshar gungunate hain
ve batate hain raah duniya ko
apni galiyon ko bhul jaate hain
lete parwaaz ab nahi naayir
sirf parr apne fadfadate hain
paanv apne hi uth nahi paate
vo humhe har lamha bulate hain
aap kehte hain likha kya humne
aur hum hain ki muskurate hain
jinko dariya dubo nahi paaya
ek chullu bhar mein dhoob jaate hain
uske hothon ki maye kabhi pi thi
umr guzri hai ladkhadate hain
ek tasveer ka sahara le
apni tanhayiaan bitate hain
Aapse Dur

Aapse Dur Bhala Hum Kaise Reh Paate,
Dilse Aapko Kaise Bhula Paate,
Kaash Ki Aap Saanso Ke Alava Aaine Me Bhi Base Hote,
Khud Ko Dekhte To Aap Hi Nazar Aate.
What I Thought . . .
Love Was Only A Beginning
Every Hour
Every Week
Every Year I Spend With U
I Discover New Dimensions To Love