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Jun, 11 2010     158 chars (1 sms)     2384 views       Miss You

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na jeene ki khushi na marne ka gam
gam hai to apse na milne ka gam
jeete hai is aas par kabhi aap humare kehlayenge
marte nahi isliye ki aap akele reh jayenge
I Cot Myslf
Thnkng Of d Moments
Spent Wid U
Im A Litle Lonly
Bt
Being Far 4m U
Gvs Me A Beautiful
Chnce 2 Realize
Hw Mch U Mean 2 Me
&
Hw Mch I Miss Ur
Company
hv learned how to luv, to smile, to b happy, to b strong, to work hard; to b honest, to b faithful, to forgive but I couldn’t learn how to stop missing u.
Kiun apki khamoshi hume khamosh kar jati hai.
kiun apki udasi hume udas kar jati hai..
kia rishta hai ap ka or humara !
Jo apki yad har pal aati hai...

Misss yew shOO mucHH
U are TOO far away 4rm me,
that why I have to shout:
I M-I-I-I-I-S-S-S-S Y-O-O-U-U! did u hear that?
aanson ko bohat smjhaya tanhai mein aya karo
mehfil mein hamara mazak na baynaya karo
espar anso tarap kar bolay
itnay logo mein ap ko tanha patay hain
isliye chale atay hain
jism hun mein per
mujhmein koi jaan nahi

dil to hai paas per
ab ismein koi armaan nahi

chin gayi jo khushiyaan
to rahi koi iccha baki nahi

chala gaya jo ik baar
phir wo lauta wapis nahi

cha gaya jo uska khumaar
chahat bhi ab koi baki nahi

kho diya jo pyar ik baar
mila wo phir dubara nahi

kaash! mil jata wo mujhe
to usay jane kabhi deti nahi

jism hun mein per
mujhmein koi jaan nahi
Lambi Hai Manzil Door Hai Kinara.

Jaanay Q Nehi aaya SMS Tumhara.

Bhool Gay Ho Number Ya Naam Humara.

Ya Koe Mil Giya Hai Hum Say B Pyara.
The sun rises into the sky with the warmest smile, he wishes you a good morning, hoping that you have the perfect day. Take care & miss you.
Dil mein hota tu mumkin tha nikal bhi jata
Ab to who shakhs bohat door talak hai mujh mein
Trying to forget someone you
loved is like trying to remember
someone you never knew.

Miss U!
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?