I Know Somebody

I Know Somebody
"I Know Somebody,

They Cry For You. They Lie Awake

At Night And Dream Of You.

I Bet You Never Even Know They Do,

But Somebody''s Crying."
  

Jun, 12 2010     150 chars (1 sms)     2120 views       

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~Nahi Hai MOHSIN ko tUm se shikwa tmhari Aisi sitamgeri ka

k tUm ko daras-e- wafa mila hai udaas rehna udaas Rakhna~
Meri Ankhoon Sai Kabhi Utroo Dil Main,
Kai Main Dhadkan Main Basa Lon Tum Ko,
Jaan Sai Barh Kar Chahon Tumhain,
Apni Zindagi Hi Banna Loon Tum Ko,
Maray Khabon Main Sirf Tum Hi Baso,
Apni Neendon Main Saja Loon Tum Ko,
Loogon Ki Bhir Main Kho Na Jao Kahin,
Zamanay Sai Chalo Main Chura Lon Tum Ko,
Meri Tanhai Ko Zaroorat Hai Tumhari,
Gar Ijazat Ho Tu Yadon Main Bula Lon Tum Ko
happiness is like a butterfly
the more u chase it , the more it eludes u...

but if u turn ur attention to other things,
it softly comes and sits on ur shoulder.
Wishing you happy new year,May u always keep in ur heart
the special beauty and chear of new year.
You Were My World, You Still are My Soul.My Love For You Has Never Grown Old.Every time I Saw You,It Made My Heart Skip a Beat.I Would Do Anything To See That Smile On Your Face Again .. =)
Boy : main kunwari larki k sath sex nahi karta..
Pata hai kyo ??
Boy: Kyo ke main khuun kharana nahi passand karta
Faisala tum ko bhool jane ka,

ik niaya khawab hei dewane ka.
U were always mine & you will always be but you never realized,
because your eyes never looked in my eyes,
you are always there in my heart and i can listen your heartbeat before mine beats.
naam to likh doon us ka har jaga magar ye khayal aata hai,

masoom hai mera sanam kaheen badnaam na ho jaye...
aaj to trk e ta''aluq pe bazid lgta hy...

tujh ko dekhy ga to dil phir se machl jaega!!
"I Know Somebody,

They Cry For You. They Lie Awake

At Night And Dream Of You.

I Bet You Never Even Know They Do,

But Somebody''s Crying."
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?