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Kuch Nazar aaya?

Nahi?
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Payar Nazar Nahi Aata Mehsoos kiya jata hai..

First True LOVE Never Dies
How Gently You wept the TEARS from my eyes
Then You Went far Away Without saying GOODBYE
But your Memory Still Roaming infront of My eyes.
You can get many friends, but REMEMBER
TRUE LOVE is very HARD to Find..

MOHABAT
==> mosam nahin, jo apni muddat puri kare or rukhsat ho jae.
MOHABAT
==> savan nahin, jo tot k barse or thum jae.
MOHABAT
==> aag nahin, jo sulgay, bharkay or bhuj jae.
MOHABAT
==> gulab nai,jo khiley or murjha jae.
MOHABAT
==> tou sans hay, jo chale tou zindagi or rukay to moat ban jaye.

Ek kaam karna chaand se kuch mitti lena

us se tum pyar ka mujasme bnana

ek tum jesa ek mujh jesa

Phir un ko tum tor dena

Phir unsey do or banana

ik tujh jesa ek mujh jesa

Taa k tum mein kuch mein reh jaon mujh mein kuch tum reh jao

Imagine,
A race b/w
Love & Frndshp.

Who'll Win..?





None of them..

U knw Why?

B/c Frndshp always Compromises

&

Love always Sacrifices...!"

Har phool ka bhi ajab libas hai

Chup rehna b pyar ka 1 ehsas hai

Zakham koi hai nahi phir kyon dard ka ehsas hai

Lagta hai k dil ka koi tukra ap k pass hai..

Is this love

Yes this is love

My heart does not get settled anywhere without u

The time does not passes

First i thought, some other reason for these talks

But now i have known, where my sleep has gone of the nights

I also am awake, the moon does not come out

How will i forget, u always come in my thoughts

With ur going, it will be difficult for me to live on

Now what ever happens , on my heart no force works

Like the flowers, in the weather these hearts blossom

Lovers like this only, meet even in autumn season

Seasons changed, world changed, but love never changes

My heart does not get settled anywhere without u

The time does not passes

Is this love

Yes this is love

A sparrow was in love with white rose.One day sparrow proposed white rose. White rose told her when he turns red he will love her. Sparrow tears on his body & spreads her blood on white rose and he turns red & fell in love with sparrow but the sparrow is no more. This is love.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin- it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring. -S. J. Perelman