Jab Dil Toot JaTA hAI TO Din nahi guzarta lakin insan Bhai Kiya Hai Ke dil tootne kE baad Bhai kissi Masiihe Ka Intazar Karta hai ke Shaid Koi aye or who Ham ke sager se Bahir Nikale lakin lakin lakin ................[alieneyesa]
Fardeen Khan
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hooor ho heer ho ya jo bhi ho sab hi zalim hoti hain dil apni jaga duniya apni jaga haseena apni jaga or job apni jaga ye hi to duniya hai piyarooo lakin jeene ko to sab hi jete hain lakin khooshi se pharpoor zindagi jeena hi mere nazdeek jena hai isi liye main hoor heer ji talash main hoon jeeeeee
Fardeen Khan
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sun raha hoon bhi sun raha hoon lakin sun sun ker samjh nahi ati samjh ati hai ker ker is liyek erna chahta hoon tajurba aik main bhi phir aap ko batoon ga ke kiya howa
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mansoor ise tarah ka kia matlab hai app moghy batao kon piyar nahi karta hai... ore piyar mane dill per chot lagy yah koi bary bat nahi hai app kiaya kahty ho ise bary mane............
~CHANDNI~
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yah to mansoor app sahy kah rahy ho wo gana hay na har kisy ko nahi milta yahan piyar zindgi mane khosh nasaeeb hay woh jise ko hay milly yah bahar zindgi mane
Fardeen Khan
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asl main mohabat yani love esa rishta hai jo totne main sab se asan hai lakin ager suche dil se ho to ka totna sab si moshkil hai lakin mujhe koi ye batay ke mohabat hai khan kahan milti hai ya millsakti hai
Fardeen Khan
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aray main or poet aray nahi mujhe in cheeso ka kuch ata pata nahi mujhe to kai dafa apna bhi pata nahi hota lakin lakin perhna acha lagta hai time nahi hota wese aik poem aap ke liye kuen ke aap bhi to cute ho O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
