Aankhon ka hai faraib ya ak

Aankhon ka hai faraib ya ak
Aankhon ka hai faraib ya aks e jamal
Hai,
Aati Hy Kyun nazar teri sorat Jagah
Jagah
  

Feb, 25 2014     86 chars (1 sms)     1762 views       Love

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i accept
i believe
i admit
i m " 0 " zero
but this is not end. i want HER becoz without HER i m incomplete.
HER 0 = HERO

So quick arange "HER" 4 me
If I am pressed to say why I loved her,
I feel it can only be explained by replying:
"Because it was she; because it was me.
I think it's fabulous when someone comes along and makes you begin to live for the future instead of just trying to get through one day at a time.
Two things never defined in whole life,

1 is LOVE

bcoz u never know who LOVES u how much.

2nd Friend
bcoz u never know how deeply they care About U.
hamne apni sanso par unka naam likh liya,
nahi jante the ki hamne kuchh galat kiya,
wo pyaar ka vada hamse karke mukar gaye,
khair unki bewafai se kuchh to sabak liya......
shikway bhi hazaron hain shikayat bhi bohat hai
iss dil ko magar uss say mohabat bhi bohat hai
aajati hai milnay wo tassavor main sar e sham
ek shaks ki itni si inayat bhi bohat hai
yeh bhi hai tamanna k usay dil say bhula dain
iss dil ko magar uss ki zaroorat bhi bohat hai
dekhain to zara pi k zeher e mohabbat
suna hai k iss zeher main lazzat bhi bohat hai
Rose Is Famous For Grace.
Advocate Is Famous For His Case.
Horses r Famous For Race.
But u Are Famous For Smile On Your
Face.
So keep smiling sweetheart........
Yeh Ansoo

Hanste hue, aankhon main kyun aa jaate hain ye aansoo
Yun khushi ko adhoora sa bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Dard itna hai saha, khaali ho gaya samandar ashkon ka
Jaane kahan se aankhon main bhar jaate hain ye aansoo,
Khush hoon main, koi shikwa zamane se na taqdeer se
Meri iss baat ko jhoota kyun bana jaate hain ye aansoo ,
Shayad khabar hai in ko bhi kis qadar tanha hoon main
Tanhaayi main mera saath nibha jaate hain ye aansoo.... !!
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.
Love begins with a smile ...

Grows with a kiss ...

And

Ends with a teardrop ...
I Wrote On The Door
Of Heart

"Please Do Not Enter"

Love Came Smiling
And Said

" Sorry I Am Illiterate" (:
She : I Love You ,, More Than anything
He : I Love You Too Honey ,, But Im Sorry To Tell You .. Its Not more Than anything!!
She : what Do You Mean ??
He : I Love another Girl More Than anything
She : ( started to cry ) who is she ?????
...He : She is a Baby Girl whos call (you ) My Mother