Suhani Raaton Ki Chandni

Suhani Raaton Ki Chandni
Suhani Raaton Ki Chandni Mein
Kbhi Na Tum
Be-Naqab Aana
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Mein DIL Pe Qabu To Ker Sakun Ga
Nigah Shayad Gunah Ker De
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Feb, 17 2014     118 chars (1 sms)     3172 views       Love

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Falling In Love Is

When

She Falls Asleeps In Your Arms

And

Wakes Up in Ur Dream . . . [<~_~>]
SHIDAT-E-DARD SAY SHARMINDA NAHI MERI WAFA
JIN SAY RISHTAY GEHRAY HON WO ZAKHAM BHI GEHRAY DAITE HAIN
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!
Never Ignore A Person Who Loves U
Cares U
Misses U
Because
One Day U May Wake Up From Ur Sleep And Realize That
U Hv Lose The Moon While Counting Stars..!!
Loag Piyar Kay Liey Hotey Hn
AOr Cheezen Istemal K Liey
Baat Tb Bigarti Hay Jab Cheexoon Se
Piyar Kia Jaey AOr Logon Ko Istemal Kia Jaey
Hazrat Ali Razi Allah-O-Taaala Anhoo.
Ae waqt zara to tham ja, Mujhe yaad “KISI” ko kerne dy,
Mujhe “peyar” hai ik “SUNG DIL” say, Jo koi “BAAT” mujhay na karne dy,
Na apny “PAS” wo aany dy, Na khud se “DOOR” wo jany dy,
Na “DIL” ko apny pas rakhy, Na aur kisi ka “HONY” dy,
Her waqt mujhe “WO” yaad aay, Phir “DIL” se ik aawaz aay,
Ye kaisi “CHAHAT” hai us ki, Jo “JEENY” de na “MARNY” day
world bcomes invisible to me as eyes are filled with u,
nothing goes into mind as mind n heart are occupied by u
Where Love Rules

There''s No Will TO Power

And

Where Power Predominates

There Love Is Lacking. The One Is The Shadow Of The Other
If I were to descirbe true love then i would descirbe it as what a snow man did to a snow women,
hegave her warm hug & they both melted in each others arms...!
Some pray to marry the man they love,
my prayer will somewhat vary:
I humbly pray to Heaven above
that I love the man I marry.
You Can Hide Alot …
Behind A SMILE

A
B r o k e n
H e a r t

S h a t t e r e d
D r e a m s

L o n g i n g
D e s i r e s …
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.