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ankh is mine,any problem 2 thine???

its hard to try to shut it out and b strong. its so hard to do that.
people torture you, give you pain, tears, excuses for your love. true luv.

what is life? just like a road. everybody who comes, leaves footprints there.
they can be seen clearly. there is so much dirt, that you can see the
footprints clearly. and it never rains. it affects your life, because i am
attached to it in some way. but dont get affected. shout up to God "God!
you have a big problem?". i have a big faith. in myself. keep your heart
always closed to beasts. always open to true luv. but what about beasts
that tend to show true love?

listen to everybody. trust someone your heart
says. i dont know if i am hurt or not. what is the relation between us?

an open heart awaits. hope you are always for me. my life is always for you.
pain, cry, sadness, hurt! eats you everyday. everyone tends to torture. some
do physically and some mentally. always the heart is left hurt, crying,
unstoppable. abused everytime. this world is a bloody chain. dont complain.
no one will listen. not even God! dont sigh. everyone is careless. so break
free. give a hard kick to cruel life. smile. stand tall. stand strong. stand bold.
stand out! injuries, single. multiple. unstoppable. dont fall down. face them.

gud stuff yea? so ya write back here

Give her two red roses,
each with a note.
The first note says 'For the woman I love'
and the second, 'For my best friend.'  :wink:

kabhi to kudi phans jayegi :dance:

beautiful! i luv roses!!!

portrait of ............ ("-") sorry cant put her name here ("-")
for miss pretty eyes who has just entered my life...

"memories"
A bit scared, i touched the brush,
and it started crying itself out on paper.
Crying and drawing portrait of her,
pouring out my heart it started dancing.
Looking above, at the rainbow in the sky,
picking the most vibrant colors,
it started drawing.
Like magic, unexplainable,
it poured my memories.
Now it was complete. I had a look at it.
Each shape was speaking her grace.
I kept staring at it, loosing myself.
Its splendour started hypnotising me.
I wanted to feel nothing,
still, my eyes went out on paper,
and the colors mixed up themselves,
started running down.
I closed my eyes, trying to memorise her face,
trying to hold myself still.
My tears still fell off, one by one.

Please Comment.

excellent............very nice heart.

itni taareef bhi nahi karne ka!!! hajam nahi hoti yom

:dance:

its seriously a nice work....................

for ur miss her.................. heart ji

kal raat aap mere bahut kareeb thai,
mano har cheez main aap shareek thai,
hawai bhi aapka sparsh karti thi,
mano to unme bhi aapki khushbu atti thi,
chand bhi aapka chehra darshata tha,
taron ka samuh jud kar aapka chehra ban jata tha.
kya kahey aap sab nazaron se bad kar hain,
haan aap is hazaron se bad kar hain...