ye pyar nahi

ye pyar nahi
Kuch Umer Ki
Pehli Manzil Thi,
….
Kuch Raste Thay
Anjan Buhat,
….
Kuch Ham Bhi
Pagal Thay Lekin,
….
Kuch Wo Bhi Thay Nadan Buhat,
….
Kuch Usne Bhi
Na Samjhaya,
….
Yeh Piyar Nahi
Aasan Buhat,
….
Aakhir Hamne
Bhi Khail Liya,
….
Jis Khail Mein Thay
Nuqsan Buhat
  

Nov, 16 2012     258 chars (2 sms)     3323 views       Love

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LOVE Is When
You Look Into
Someone''s Eyes ...
And
See Everything You Need ...
You are so special to me,
you’re my joy, my love, and my life.
Living without you will tear me apart
cause you make my life worth living
In Arithmetic of Love One Plus One Is Equal To EveryThing
And
Two Minus One Is Equal To NoThing....
A Loving Relationship Is One
In Which The Loved One Is Free To Be Himself -
To Laugh With Me, But Never At Me;
To Cry With Me,
But Never Because Of Me;
To Love Life, To Love Himself,
To Love Being Loved.
Such A Relationship Is Based Upon
Freedom And Can Never
Grow In A Jealous Heart.
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..
Ultimate Truth of Love

Love Is What ...
Can Be Felt Not Told

It Can Be Given
Not Sold

It Comes When
You Least Expect It

&

Leaves You When
You Most Need It ...
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine..
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


Love comes to those who still hope even though they''ve been disappointed; to those who still believe even though they''ve been betrayed; to those who still need love even though they''ve been hurt before
Kisi ne bhee apni kismat nahi dekhi...

Aur kismat ne shayad meri himmat nahi dekhi..

Jo kehte hai ki duriyo se pyar kam hota hai..

Usne shayad meri mohabbat nahi dekhi...
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires;
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
Bachpan ke dukh bi kitne ache the,

tab to sirf khilone tuta karte the.

Wo khushiyan bi na jane kaise khushiyan thi,

titli ko pakad ke uchhla karte the.

Paoon maar ke khud barish ke pani mae,

apna aap bhigoya karte the.

Ab to ek aansu bi rusva kar jata hai,

bachpan mein to dil khol ke roya karte the.