Unke Ikrar Ka Intezar Hai

Unke Ikrar Ka Intezar Hai
Unke Ikrar Ka Intezar Hai Mujhe,
Jane Q Unse Pyaar Hai Mujhe,
Ae Khuda Kab Ayega Wo Hassen PaL,
Jab Wo Kahenge Aapse Pyaar Hai
Mujhe...
  

Apr, 24 2013     139 chars (1 sms)     3542 views       Love

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Great words by DEAD LOVER from HEAVEN

"I wud have been alive
if u would have given the rose
before rather than keeping
it on my grave today"
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
Sweet are the words of Love

sweeter his thoughts

Sweetest of all what

Love nor says nor thinks. .
Two hearts intertwined...
Different views...
Different dreams...
Different needs...
Different wants...

Bound by a fragile string called LOVE...
Union as willed by GOD...
aaj
ke
baad
mujhe
call
mat
karna
na
sms
karna
baat
bhi
mat
karna
milne
ki
koshis h
to
bilkul
mat
karna
kyuki
doctor
ne
mu jhe
sweet
chizo
se
dur
rehne
ko
bola
hai
Sweet Quote From
An 8 Years Old Kid

"LOVE Is When
I Can''t Pay Attention
In Class
Because
I m Too Busy In
Writing ''HER'' 1st Name
With ''MY'' Last Name ..." (:
Love knows no reasons,
love knows no lies.
Love defies all reasons,
Love has no eyes.
But love is not blind,
Love sees but doesn''t mind.
Udaas Ho
( )
. ; (
( )


Hoa Kya
(e
. ; /
(e


Hum Miley Gey
(e
. ; )
(e


Aitabar Karo
( )
. ; )
(e


Ab To Muskrao
(
. ; )
(
The perfect guy is not the one who has the most money or the most handsome you will meet. He is the one who knows how to make you smile and will takecare of you each and every day until the end of time.
Mere kisi andaaz pe naraz na hona,

Apni pyari si muskaan kabhi na khona,

Sukoon milta hai sun kar aapki hansi,

Hanste rehna zindagi mein kabhi udaas na hona.
A Heart To Love,

And In That Heart,

Courage,

To Make Love Known.

~ William Shakespeare
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.