!!*!! Kaash !!*!!

!!*!! Kaash !!*!!

Kaash ke mujh se bhi kisi ko pyar hota,
kaash ke mere liye bhi kisi ka dil bekarar hota,
kaash ke mujhe bhi koi apni yaadon mein laata,
apne khwabon mein basata , aankhon mein chhupaata.

kaash ke mujhse bhi kabhi koi izhaar karta ,
kaash ke mere liye bhi koi bechain hota,
kaash ke mujhe bhi koi apne dil mein utaarta ,
apni saanson mein samata , meri duniya ko mehkaata.

kaash ke mere bhi sapne kabhi sach hote,
kaash ke mere bhi armaan poore hote
kaash ke mujhe bhi kabhi mil jaata koi,
dekhta use main harpal , rehta khoya khoya.


zindagi pyaar bina adhuri si hoti hai,
ek saathi bina suni suni hoti hai,
kaash ke mujhe bhi kisi ka saath mila hota,
kaash ke mere zindagi me bhi kisi ka sath hota....

Kaash ki ab talaash ho jayey poori
Kaash ki Woh... ho jayey meri.....



You can break love,
but It won't die...

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!!*!! YOON HI !!*!!

!!*!! YOON HI !!*!!

Aankhon main simti anginat tasveeren
tasveeron mein
aapki tasveer hi nahin koi
kis ummeed pe
kis aas pe
main dard k khaul se bahar nikloon
zindagi mere haathon ki lakeeron mein
aapki lakeer hi nahin koi.....

Iss dil ko to bas aapki yaad aati hai,
aur is dil ko udaas kar jati hai,
Koi poochta hai aapse pyaar kitna hai
kuch nahi keh pate bas aankh bhar aati hai.....

Koi achi si saza do mujhko,
Chalo aisa karo bhula do mujhko,
Aap say bichroun tou mout aa jaye,
Dil ki gahraiyoun say dua do mujhko.....

!!****Garden of Love.****!!

!!*!! Garden of My Love !!*!!
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!!*!! The Life Is.....!!*!!

Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have Or
how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or
if you're alone.

It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date,
how many people you've dated,
or if you haven't been with anyone at all.

It isn't about who your family is or
how much money they have,
Or what kind of car you drive.

It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have,
Or what kind of music you listen to.

It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown,
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get how smart you are,
how smart everybody else thinks you are, or how smart
standardized tests say you are.

It's not about what clubs you're in or how good
you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of
paper and seeing who will "accept the written you."

Life just isn't.

The Life Is...

But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful,
maybe heartening.

It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow
and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison
other people's hearts in such a way that could have
never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
and those choices are what life's all about.

!!*!! A Story !!*!!

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so
that you don't fall into the river.

" The little girl said,
"No, Dad. You hold my hand.

" "What's the difference?"
Asked the puzzled father.

"There's a big difference,
" replied the little girl.

"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.

But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter
what happens, you will never let my hand go.

" In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.


"So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting
them to hold yours... this story tells many things... you just need to understand
the meaning rest depends on you "

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!!*!!My Very Special Someone!!*!!

!!*!! My Very Special Someone !!*!!

You're the shoulder I lean on,

the hand that I hold,

The eyes with the message

That never grows old,

The smile that is part of

Each warm memory -

You're everything special

That means love to me.

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I miss you. I miss you deeply!

I wish I could be with you to fill you with kisses and tell sweet things in those pretty little ears of yours. If you had any idea how much I’m missing you right now, you’d be flying over here, to hug me and kiss me and reassure me of your love one more time.

How can you miss someone this much? How can love, such an “abstract” thing, take up so much of my thoughts, being as rational as I am? What makes it such a strong feeling? And why this constant need to see you, to be with you? Am I going crazy? I think I am...

And if so, going crazy over someone as special as you are is a sign of good taste, to say the least, for there must only be a few number of people in the world with so many special characteristics as you have.

I can’t stand being away from you, because when that happens it’s as if time doesn’t move, the hours become longer and boring and there’s nothing – not even a fine glass of wine – that can bring some comfort. I fight loneliness and can’t wait to be with you face to face, to touch you and kiss you gently, softly.

Be sure these will be very special kisses because you’re worth it.

I love you and miss you

!!*!! Wishing That I Could Drop Dead !!*!!

!!*!! Wishing That I Could Drop Dead !!*!!



Cannot go forward, cannot go back,
Wishing that I could drop dead in my tracks.
I know I am leaving something behind,
And it is tearing my spirit inside.

Choices have always made me aware
Of contradictions in me - so unfair!
It seems that it all has to come down to me.
I wonder if someone my struggles can see?

Self-hatred, self-torment - familiar sight!
Alone, be alone, and from it all hide -
That's my first impulse that won't get me far.
Is that way for many, or is it my star?

Maybe I should have simply there stayed,
And prevented the so unknown fate
That chills me and makes me so scared.
Who knows how I would have otherwise faired?

But my life has passed in change after change,
Now in security I feel too strange,
And my restless heart does make me go on.
Moving and shifting is ever my song!


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