Manoos ajnabi

Manoos ajnabi
Manoos ajnabi

Manoos Ajnabi
Ab k December may
Main nay bhi kuch khawab sjaye hain
apni sard aankho'n may
per darr lagta hai
kahi yeh meray khawab
pghel na jaye
Dhoop pernay per....!!
  

Dec, 22 2011     183 chars (2 sms)     3986 views       Love

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First Luv Is Unforgettable,

So Be Careful To Enter Dis Field,

As D First Shot May B D Last,

Only Lucky Ppl Get Best

Frm Der 1st Shot..

Go Ahead.
apne haatho se u chehre ko chupate q ho,
mujh se sharmate ho tou saamne atay q ho…

tum kabhi mere tarha kar bhi lo ikraar-e-wafa,
pyar karte ho tou phir pyar chupate q ho…

ashq aankho mei mere dekh k rote q ho,
dil bhar aata hai to phir dil ko dukhate q ho…

in se vaabasta hai jab mera muqadar phir tum,
mere shano se ye zulf hatatay q ho…

roz mar mar k mujhe jeenay ko kehte q ho,
milne aatay ho to phir laut k jatay q ho…

apne haatho se u chehre ko chupate q ho,
mujh se sharmate ho tou saamne atay q ho…
Tears R D Silent
Language Of Love When The Tears

Come With Reason Means U Got Some Problem,

But When Tears Come Without Reason

Means U R Missing SOMEONE...
"Pyar kya hai"
Pyar- wo ehsas hai jis k saharey zindagi guzara assan aur bamani ho jata hai.
Pyar- wo dard hai jo bardi sey bardi taleef ka b pata naheen lagne deta, chahey jism jal b jaye.
Pyar- wo ummeed hai jo saan tootney k baad b qayam rehti hai
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me."
Life is 4 living
I live mine 4 U!
Luv is 4 giving
I give mine 2 U!
Dreams r 4 dreaming
mine r 4 U!
Heart is 4 beating &
mine beats 4 U
Hum Say Kabhi Zikr Judai Math Karna, Ess Dil Ki Kabhi Ruswai Math Karna,"Tum Jan Ho Meri" Bus Etna Samjh Lo, Mery Enn Lafzoo Ko Nailaam Math Karna. IFFI
Teri Muskan Hamari kamzori hay,
Kehna para hamari majbori hay,
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.
MOHABBAT aankh main palta wo pur-israr jazba
Jise ab tak koi nai samajh paya
Na iski koi surat hai
Na iska koi paimana
Dhake alafz main iska bohat izhar hota hai
Kuch aise hi k jaise ab
"Tah-e-dil"se hum dono iqrar karte hain
Magar phir bhi na jane kyun
Tmhen zid hai k men kehdun
Mujhe zid hai k tm kehdo
Mujhe tum se MOHABBAT hai
Kaho mujh se MOHABBAT hai......
What''s Love?

"Dont Ask D Person Who Loves Some1,

But Ask D Person Who Have Lost Some1"

They Only Can Feel D True Love
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....