Neend se kiya

Neend se kiya
Neend se kiya shikwa karun
mai
Neend se kiya shikwa karun main...."sagar" Qasoor to us chehray ka hai jo mujhe sonay nahi deta.....!
  

May, 15 2015     134 chars (1 sms)     10138 views       Love

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A Girls Eye Is Faster den Google,
in Serchin A Handsome Boy In A Crowd..

But A Boys Heart Is Slower den Turtle in Forgetting a Girl Whom he Loved..
Missing some1 gets easier everyday
because even though you are one day further
from the last time you saw them
you are one day closer to the next time you will
Love Never Dies A Natural Death.

It Dies Because We Don''t Know How To Replenish Its Source.

It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals.

It Dies Of Illness And Wounds;

It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.
Love is like a bed of roses, there are many thorns. The path to true happiness lies in learning to avoid the thorns, while enjoying the roses.
Once you have loved, You will always love. For
what''s in your mind may escape, but what''s in
your heart will remain forever. There is no
instinct like that of the heart
b careful when u give ur '' HEART '' to some 1 ,
bcoz when u give ur heart to some 1 ,
u r not only giving that person ,the right to '' LOVE '' U ,
but also a power to '' HURT '' U .
I Have A Heart
& It’s True
But Now It’s Given
From Me To You

So Care It Just Like
I Do

B’coz
I Have No Heart
And
You Have Two
naam to likh doun mager phir kheyaal aata hy...
malik
masoom hy sanam badnaam na ho jye
Leave it once it'll will be left forever,
Get it once it'll be yours forever,
It’s nothing but LOVE,
LOVE only once and you’ll be loved forever.
Ehsaas use bhi hoga ek din apni jafa ka
rula dega use ek din khayal meri wafa ka
usne insaan sa sulook bhi na kiya mujhse
jis insaan ko maine darja diya khuda ka..Ehsaas use bhi hoga ek din apni jafa ka
rula dega use ek din khayal meri wafa ka
usne insaan sa sulook bhi na kiya mujhse
jis insaan ko maine darja diya khuda ka..
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.
He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.