Mudat k Baad Dekha usay Bdla Hoa Tha Wo

Mudat k Baad Dekha usay Bdla Hoa Tha Wo
Mudat k Baad Dekha usay Bdla Hoa Tha Wo
Najane Kiya Hadsa Hua Sehma Hua Tha Wo
Mujhy Dekh Kar Usne Chehra To Chupa Liya
Magar Ankhein Bata Rahi Thi k Roya Howa Tha Wo
Uski Ankhon Mein Dekh Kar Mehsos Hua Mujhe
Meri Tarha Kisis Soach Mein Doba Hua Tha Wo
  

Dec, 18 2011     253 chars (2 sms)     3884 views       Love

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Jis ghari teriyadon ka sama hota ha,
Phir humein aram kahan hota hay,

Hosla mujh mein nahi tujhko bula deny ka,
Kaam sadiyon ka hai, lamhon main kahan hota hai
hamne apni sanso par unka naam likh liya,
nahi jante the ki hamne kuchh galat kiya,
wo pyaar ka vada hamse karke mukar gaye,
khair unki bewafai se kuchh to sabak liya......
when the night comes, look at the sky. if u see a falling star, don''t wonder! just make a wish. trust me it will come true, b''coz i did it and i found You.
Khuda kisi ki muhabbat pe fida na kare,
Agar kare to zindagi bhar judaa na kare...
Bari mushkil me hon
mein kaise izhaar karon
tu to khushbu hai
tujhe kaise giraftar karon....
Luving 100 Wrong Persons May Not Even Affect Your Life,

But Hating 1 Right Person All Leave U A Broken Heart Throuhout uR Life

Think Abt iT ..
aanvli Si Ik Larki

Aarzoo K Gaon Mein

Intizaar Karti Thii

Uss Ki Zindagi Mein Bhi

Ik Bahaar Aa Jaey

Uss Ki Duniya Mein Koi

Lay Kay Piyaar Aa Jaey

Sapnay Boonti Rehti Thii

Saanvli Si Aik Larki


You know you are in love when you cant fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Aankhon ka hai faraib ya aks e jamal
Hai,
Aati Hy Kyun nazar teri sorat Jagah
Jagah
Romance Mathematics
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
Jabse in hathon ko kisine thama hain,

zindagi jaise badal gayi.

Jis khushi ke liye hum tadapte rahen,

woh khushi aaj hamein mil gayi
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.
Usai Pata Hai Mujse Intzar Nahi Hota
Phr B Karwata Hai
Usai Pata Hai Tanhai Achi Nahi Lagti
Phr B Chor K Chala Jata Hai
Usai Pata Hai Wo Mere Jism-O-Jan Main Basta Hai
Phr Bhi Wo Mujhe Bhul Jata Hai
Usai Pata Hai Muje Usai Mohabbat Hai
Phr Bhi Wo Muje Satata Hai
Khud To Yad Karta Hai
Jbi Usko Bhulana Chahun Wo Yad Aa Jata Hai
Wo Muje Bohat Satata Hai
Kbi Nafrat To Kbi Pyar Jatata Hai
Kehta Hai Dost Hai Hum
Phr Q Apni Mohbat Jatlata Hai
Wo Bohat Satata Hai
Izhar-E-Mohabat Main Wo Inkar Batlata Hai
Par Kehta Hai Wo Muje Bohat Chahta Hai
Jab Tanha Hota Hai Mere Pas Ata Hai
Muje Tanhaeyon Main Chor Jata Hai
Wo Muje Bohat Yad Ata Hai
Wo Muje Bohat Yad Ata Hai