''tune to muje chora

''tune to muje chora
''tune to muje chora hi nhe sex ke kabil bus kandom dala aur choru ho gae wah loot lia hahahahahahaa''
  

May, 24 2010     102 chars (1 sms)     5164 views       

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naam to likh doon us ka har jaga magar ye khayal aata hai,

masoom hai mera sanam kaheen badnaam na ho jaye...
My eyes are hurting coz I can’t see u,
my arms r empty coz I can’t hold u,
my lips are cold coz I can’t kiss u
& my heart is breaking coz I’m not with u.
Love That We Can Not Have
Is The One That Last Longest,
Hurts The Deepest
&
Feels The Strongest . . .
Baithe Hain Honton KO see kr Pacahtain Gi AAp,







IshQ jaaG Uthta hY Aksar Aisi Khamoshi K Baad
love is when someone breaks ur heart and the most amazing part is that u still love the person with every broken piece...
Dear customer!your kiss balance is getting low!!
Please get somebody and recharge ur balance now!
u have 2 free kiss,
and 3minutes hug
& will be expired on 1st April 2007
1 din bandar bola: Maa meri dulhan kon he plz meri shaadi karwaado

Maa boli: dekh teri dulhan SmS parh rahi he.
Agar parh k muskrae to shaadi paki... :-D
// B e A u T i F u L
t H o U g H t //



"GOD Saw A Tear

And

Kissed IT Away

With The Smile Of

F.R.I.E.N.D .." :)

If false love is a sin,
why did you make drunkard eyes drunk?

The moth would not burn if there is no candle.
The nightingale would not go mad if there is no flower.

If Layla did not rupture faith,
why should Majnun wander around the mountain and the desert?

I’m talking about your attributes and your essence.
I’m afraid, I cannot return from my inner heart.

From love’s fire, why did you put
troubled words on Mazun’s tongue?
Muqader mein jo sakhti thi wo mer k bhi nahi nikli

Qabar khodi gai jb meri to pethrili zameen nikli.
Ek din tujse rutkar dekhna hai,

tere manane ka andaz dekhana hai.

abhi to do pal hi sath chale ho,

kab tak tum sath chaloge,

ek din yeh bhi dekhna hai.
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?