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)     3980 views       Love

more Love SMS Messages

To describe love is very difficult, mysteriuos & complex, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. u''ve to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
Love is last stage of friendship,

its watered wid understanding,

which is d 1st stage of success!
Kitni masoom khawahish ha us deewani larrki ki,
Chahti hai k mohabat b kry aurr khush b rahy.
Some people in life are a part of us,

Even though we Miss them,

We never Lose them bcoz we find

The Memories of time Spent

Together still living in us
Rishtay jo pyar ke thay sabhi choot-tay gaye...

Bandhan bhi saaray zabt ke phir toot-tay gaye...

Khawab-o-khayal ban gayen yaaron ki mehfilen...

Ek ek kar ke yaar sabhi rooth-tay gaye...

Sab dard dil main bhar liye sukh ki talash main...

Hamdard ban ke log hamain loot-tay gaye...

Milti rahin sazayen hamain pyar ke aiwaz...

Apni hi Khawahishon ka gala ghont-tay gaye...
Walk with me when ur hearts needs company,
take my hand when u feel all alone,
turn to me when u need some1 to lean on,
coz I''m the one u can always depend on!
Cutest proposal ever by a boy :


"Do u hug ur teddy bear while sleeping at night?


Girl-" Yes "

Boy-Can i replace it for the rest of ur life? (-:
Love can be

An Enemy or A Friend

It can be

A Poison or Remedy

It can

Kill or Give Life To Others

Use It Wisely ... =]
Life ends when you stop dreaming,
hope ends when you stop believing
and love ends when you stop caring.
So dream hope and love...Makes Life Beautiful
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
True Poets Don''t Write

Their Thoughts With A Pen...

They Release The Ink That Flows

From Within Their Heart.
T h e h e a r t
w a s m a d e
t o b e
B r o k e n.

|-Oscar Wilde-|