Poetry for you..

Poetry for you..
Be Sabab Youn Hi Sar-E-Shaam Nikal Aaty Hain,

Ham Bulaien Tu Unhen Kaam Nikal Aaty Hain,

Koi Hamen Shouq Tu Nahi He Aawargi Ka,

Ham Tu Unki Galiyon Me Hamkalam Hone Aaty Hain,

Unki Jafaon K Zakham Kehte Rehte Hain Kuch Is Tarah,

K Raat Ka Andhera Charhte Hi Dard Tamam Nikal Aaty Hain,

Kia Bataon In Husn Walon Ki Tujhe !...Wasi...!

Ham Bulain Tu Parda, Warna Sar-E-aam Nikal Aaty Hain.

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Jan, 26 2012     425 chars (3 sms)     4938 views       Love

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"Adjust,





or don''t fall in love".
A Life Filled with Love

Must Have Some Thorns ...

But

A Life Empty Of Love

Will Have No Roses ...

Remember It
We Love
Ourself even
after doing
many misTaKeS,
Then How
can we hate
other 4 their
only one MisTakE,
So think. . . .
b4
U hate Someone.,.,!
LOVE ALL..
you can judge the depth of the sea....
it is possible.....
but estimating my love is completely Impossible..
this much i love u...
I Have A Heart And Its True,
But Now Its Gone From Me To You.
So Care For It,
Just Like I Do,
Because I Have No Heart
And You Have Two…
kiya zaruri hay kay mein nay jisay chaha tha kabhi
agli duniya bhi meray piyar ko us ka paye
kiya zruri hay jo dharka na kabhi meray liye
agli rut mein bhi mera dil usay pathar paye
Do U Know Tears Can b Sometimes More Special Than a Smile?

Smile Can b Given 2 any1

But Tears r Only 4 those Ppl

Whom V Never Want 2 Lose @ any Cost!
Love Is Like A Little Old Woman And A Little Old Man
Who Are Still Friends Even After
They Know Each Other So Well..

Its True Love..
How u deal with Love is how u deal with yourself,
and all our hearts feel t he same pains and joys as you,

even if our lives and ways are different..
Koi kehta hai pyar ek tarah ka nasha hai,

koi kehta hai pyar ek tarah ki saza hai.

Par me kehta hu pyar karo agar sacche dil se

to pyar jine ki ek aur wajah hai.
I Wrote On The Door
Of Heart

"Please Do Not Enter"

Love Came Smiling
And Said

" Sorry I Am Illiterate" (:
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.