Lovely thought

Lovely thought
"Lovely thought"
Agar apke paas pyar he,
to duniya me or kisi ki zarurat nahi,
or agar pyar nahi he to,
apke paas kuch bhi ho sab bekar hai.
  

Jun, 12 2010     145 chars (1 sms)     2120 views       Love

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If life iz journey
i wish
u walk on "Roses "

If life iz game
i wish
u alwayz "Win"

If life is exam
i wish
u always" Pass"

If life is a river
i wish
u alwayz "SWIM"

If life is a garden
i wish
u alwayz get "FLOWERS"

if life iz LOVE
i wish
u alwayz be "MINE" @>---
Neend se kiya shikwa karun
main...."sagar"
Qasoor to us chehray ka hai jo mujhe
sonay nahi deta.....!
I m feeling so happy, do u know why? cuz i m so lucky, do u know how? cuz God loves me.Do u know how? cuz he gave me a gift. Do u know what? its YOU my love
Sath dil k chaly dil ko Nahin Roka ham ny
Jo na apna ta usy toot k chaha ham ny
aik dhoky main Kati umar hamari sari
Kia bataon k kis ko paya kis ko koya ham ne
The more silently love is expressed, the more deeply it is bound to impress. No wonder God loves us in silence but gives us unnoticed blessings. :)
Love is the only thing u can''t control, once it is in your heart & soul.
Live for the person who''s ready to die for u;
Smile for the person who cries for u;

Fight for the person who protects u and luv the person who luvs u more than u!
Main jis din bhula doo tera pyar dil se,
Woh din akhri ho meri zindagi ka,
Yeh Ankhen usi raat andhi hojaye,
Jo ter siva dehken sapna kisi aur ka..!
Bachpan ke dukh bi kitne ache the,

tab to sirf khilone tuta karte the.

Wo khushiyan bi na jane kaise khushiyan thi,

titli ko pakad ke uchhla karte the.

Paoon maar ke khud barish ke pani mae,

apna aap bhigoya karte the.

Ab to ek aansu bi rusva kar jata hai,

bachpan mein to dil khol ke roya karte the.
If I Had Three Wishes . . .
I Would Give Away Two. . .
Because
The Only Thing I Want In This World. . .
Is One Chance To Be Wid You. . .
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.
If a big fat man creeps into your bedroom one night and stuffs you into a bag, Then do not worry ''cause I told Santa I wanted you for christmas!
• A million words would not bring yo