Le kr Ana Usy

Le kr Ana Usy
*Le kr Ana Usy Mere JanazY MeiN Ek Akhri HaseeN MuLaqat to ho gi..!
*Mere Jism Mein Jaan to Ni Hogi Magar Meri jaaN Mere Jism k PasS To ho Gi..!

?Ibrahim Mughal?
  

Feb, 27 2015     165 chars (2 sms)     11196 views       Love

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Two hearts that beat as one,
which is what love is all about.
Two lives that intertwine,
never wanting to let one another go.
This is the genesis of love,
an everlasting one.
The more silently love is expressed, the more deeply it is bound to impress. No wonder God loves us in silence but gives us unnoticed blessings. :)
"Love




is a measles and everyone has to go through this".
MujhE AadaT Nahi HaR aeK pE mAr
MitNe Ki
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~> ayE DostO
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uSmE bAaT hi KuCh Aesi tHi Ke DiLnE SocHnE ki Bhi MoHLaT Na Di.
Lovd Is 2 Think About Someone

Else More Times

In A Day Than

U Think About Yourself
When you feel cold and warm at the same time,
when you read over the same line for the tenth time,
when your heart and thoughts somehow appear to rhyme,
and when a simple name conquers your whole mind,
then you are in deep trouble my friend...
you are in what they call, "love".
I wish I didn''t have to miss you. If only you could be with me always. I know I could never be any happier.
if someone throw a stone to u,
throw luv toward him But if someone throws u then wait n think for a while b4 u act coz luv hurts more tan stone!!
"To be in love is merely to be In a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god Or an ordinary young woman for a goddess."
Story:
1 Din Ek Pagal Lrki Phulon Se Khel Rahi Thi

Halke Halke Baaten Kar K Phulon Ko Bosay De K..

Shayad Kuch Soch Rahi Thi..
Yakayak 1 Kantay Ne Aa K Us K Honton Ko Zakham Bakhsha

Usne Phulon Ko Hata K Kante Ko Muthi Mai Le Kar
PYAR Se Thora Chuma

Shayad Wo Jan Gai Thi PYAR K Badle Yehi Milega.../
Sirf main hi tham sakoon haath us ka mujh pe itnee inayat si ker dey

Wo reh na paye ik pal bhi mere bina aey Khuda usay meri aadat si ker dey.
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.