Raat bhar sisakty rehna bs

Raat bhar sisakty rehna bs
Raat bhar sisakty rehna bs ek shakhs
ki khaatir,
Isy agar ishq kehty hain to wAllah
meri Toba ... !!
  

Feb, 25 2014     103 chars (1 sms)     2636 views       Love

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December Kay Mahinay Ka Woh Shaid Akhri Din Tha
Baras Guzray Kayen
Main Nay “Mohabat” Lafz Likha Tha
Kisi Kagaz Kay Tukray Per!
Achanak Yaad Aya Hay
Baras Guzray Kayen
Muj Ko Kisi Say Bat Kerni Thi
Usay Kehna Tha
Jaan-Nay Jaan! “Mujay Tum Say Mohabat Hay”
Magar Main Keh Nahi Paya
Woh Kagaz Ag Tak Lipta Para Hay Dhool Main Lakain
Kisi Ko Day Nahi Paya
Dobara Cha Ker Bhi Main Mohabat Ker Nahi Paya
Masroof hai din raat usy wakat kahan hai
wo muj sy kary bat usy wakat kahan hai
betabi-e-dil ka usy andaza kahan hai
samjy mery jazbat usy wakat kahan hai
"TEARS ARE SILENT LANGUAGE OF LOVE"...
WHEN TEARS COME WITH REASON MEANS U GOT SOME PROBLEM
BUT WHEN TEARS COME WITHOUT ANY REASON MEANS UR IN LOVE..
…..! Neendh bhe nilam ho jati hai bzaar-e-ishq mei…..

Mohsin…,,,

……! Itna asaan nhi hota kisi ko bhool k so jana….
Yeh dua hai tumhari zindagi sawar jaye,
Har nazar mein bas pyaar nazar aaye,
Tumhe jiski talash hai mere dost,
khuda kare wo khud tumari talash mein aaye
''''Never Try Ti Examine
Your Love Relations

Bcoz

They Are Like Diamonds

When You Hit Them
They Don''t Break

But

May Slip Away From
Your Life ... ''''
If The Ppl We Love Are Stolen From Us

The Way To Have Them Live On, Is To Remeber Them

Buildings Burn , People Dies

But

Real Love Is Forever
Someone Asked Shakespeare:
“U Married A Girl Elder Than U, Why?”

He Showed Him A Calendar N Said
“A Week Has 7 Days;
...Can U Say Which Day Is Younger,
Either Sunday Or Saturday ??

So, Love Comes From Heart Not In Age”
Love Has No Age.

-MORAL:
Senior Girls R Also Available For Boys:P
It Hurts 2 Love Some1 Who Doesnt Give u Time.

Bt It Hurts More Whn u

Realise That u Didnt Gave

Time 2 Some1 Who Really

Loved U...
Those Who Can Live Without Love

Are Not Ready

For The World Of Aspiration.

matti ke jitne ghar main banata chala gaya

ik shaks khafa ho ke girata chala gaya

woh mujse buhat door door bhagta raha

jitna main uske naaz uthata chala gaya

ik mere waste he osne dard rakhe the

baki to wo har ik ko hasata chala gaya

thi haath main taqat magar dil nahin mana

uske siwa main subko harata chala gaya

dil main oski yaaad ke jitne chiragh the roshan

onko bhi wo sitmgar bhujata chala gaya
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.