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)     3687 views       Love

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REAL BEAUTY
Do not judge by color of eyes
but judge by innocence in the eyes
Do not judge by lipstick worn on the lips
but judge by truth spoken by lips
Do not judge by complexion of hands
but judge by workdone by those hands
Do not judge by golden anklet worn on feet
but judge by the brave steps taken by the feet
Do not judge by height,weigh or any physical part
but judge by purity of heart!
Zindagi se sabhi ko mohabbat hai,par zindagi kisiki mehboob nahi
banti,tamanna leker jeete hain sab log,magar har tamanna TAQDIR nahi
banti...
Ounce in a while i hav a drm thinking of u is al my drm when i take a look i see d symbol making u knw how i feel d tas''k i''ve paid.
The shortest word for me is ''''I''''

The sweetest word for me is ''''LOVE''''

The only word for me is ''''YOU'''' . . .
Everyone Tells Me That I deserve Better
But,
I dnt want better
I JUST WANT YOU ? ? ?
Never ignore anyone who loves u the most,

then you will realize that u have lost a diamond

while collecting stones.
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3 words



1 meaning. . .






I Love You . . . :)
Mujhe aaj bhi uski Bepanaah mohabat rone nahi deti "Faraz",
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Jo kehta tha "meri jaan nikal jayegi tere aansu girne se pehle".
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
Jane kaha tha or kaha aa gaya!
duniya me bankar mehman aa gaye!
Abhi to zindagi ki kitab puri padhi bhi nahi aur jane kitne imtihan aa gaye...
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
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.