HAr KhuShi sE KhobSurAt TEri ShAM kAr doon,
ApNa BALAnCE or SiM TErE nAm kr don,
Mil jAyE AgAr 1bAr Tu MujhE,
ChuMiyAN Le Le k tera mou laal kerdun..
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We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet. Thus, in his sonnets, the lays of birds, the scents and dyes of flowers, he finds to be the shadow of his beloved; time, which keeps her from him, is his chest; the suspicion she has awakened, is her ornament
Good time,
Bad time.
Day time,
Night time.
Off time, Work time.
Happy time, Sad time.
Naye Saal Me Kisi Bhi Time Aphun Ka Sms Aa Sakta Hai,
Happy New Year 2014
girl :- my janu baby .. shona ..
ye personal aur secret me kya difference hota hai ??
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boy:- tum meri gf ho ye personal hai .
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and teri behen b meri gf hai ye secret hai . . .:D :O
Gf shockss boy rocks ... ;)
Ghar se bahar wo naqaab me nikli...
saari gali unki firak me nikli...
inkar karte the wo hamari mohabbat se...
Or hamari hi tasvir unki kitab se nikli....
By:-AshuTosh ChouDhary
E Raat inni Suni kyon hundi ae,
Sabnu apne Muqadar ton shikayat kyon hundi ae,
E Muqadar vi ajeeb khed khed da ae..
Jo sannu mil nahi sakda usi naal sannu mohabbat kyon hundi ae.
The Koran does not permit Mohammedans to drink. Their natural instincts do not permit them to be moral. They say the Sultan has eight hundred wives. This almost amounts to bigamy.
Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.
Us Bewafa Ne Mujhe Pyar
Karke Bhi Chhod Diya,
Mujhe Akela Kar Tanhaiyon
Se Naata Mera Jod Diya,
Jab Aai Mout Apni To Usse
Raha Na Gaya, Aaye Vo Laash
Par Meri Or Mujhe Bina
Jalaye Hi Chhod Diya...
Santa suffering from cold was shivering.
His son called a doc.
Doc: wht happened?
Son: Bimari da ta pata nahun par baapu saver da VIBRATION mode te lagaya hai
Apni Bebasi Par Aaj Mujhe
Rona Sa Aaya, Doosro Ko Nahi
Maine Apno Ko Azmaaya, Har
Dost Ki Tanhaayi Door Ki
Akela Maine, Lekin Khud Ko
Har Mor Par Maine,
Tanha Hi Bas Tanha Paya !!
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.