khuch khusshi mai peete hain,
hum toh unke nashe mai peete hain
ki unke nashe ko utar saken..
If one day, one person asked you: How to love?....One person adjacent one heart and answers - I don't know!
If one day, one person ask you: What's regret?....One person hold your hand and answer - Don't move!....
I really wish this moment will come....♥♥♥
#miss #heart #person
It is always a pleasure to b loved rather than to love.. and it is much more nice to b loved by some1 whom u love
This is the reason why I'm here! So, when I find a moment, I'll come and buzz with you if you want.
I have a witty, flirtatious and happy personality coupled with a naughty imagination that makes me a compelling and charming companion. I am affectionate, romantic. I can be sensuous, playful, naughty but I am always loving.
i may be stupid
sumtimZZZ i may be nAUghty
i maYY go insanEEEE suMMtimes.....
bUT da fact z i m alwaySSS meEEE
U may not lik MEEEEE
i don care !!!!!!
For al dose who think dey r diFF
& r proud of ITTT
ISFP when in love
Love for you is an all-or-nothing experience. Because you tend to shut out the rest of the world so you can experience love more fully, you can be vulnerable to the whims of your beloved. Devotion and flexibility are two of the most important qualities you, as a Gentle Artist, bring to a relationship. Your genuine and almost innocent expression of love can make the right person (and yourself as well) very happy. But you must make sure you have chosen a compatible mate, because once you fall in love, you are riding a roller coaster that is almost impossible to stop.
ISFP where to meet
Where can you meet a Gentle Artist? You can meet the Gentle Artist everywhere art, fashion, nature, children and animals are present or discussed.
har chehre mai aap nazar aate hain..
har mod pe aapki yaad satati hai..
jaantey the aap, hum sirf aapke hain
phir bhi tod gayein aap hamien;
aapki jazbaaton ki hum kadr kartein hain
par ye aansoo toh koi aur kahani bayaan karti hai
gar the hum galat, toh chahat kyon hui hamari aapko
gar the aap waffa, toh kissi aur ne leekha kaisey naam dil pe aapke
khafir na tha main,
phir kyo badnaam kiya us sachhey pyar ko
oonch-neech ki sharam haya toh saath khoya humney
phir munh kyon akela mera kaala ho?
un ilzaamon ko hum kaisey piyen
us dard ko hum kyon sahey
jo aapney naam kiye hamare
dil hai ye hamara, koi ret ka dariya nahi
silsilon ko aapne hawa di thi
main toh bas behta chala gaya,
paas na aatey khabie hum aapke
aapne jo shikwaa na ki hoti khabie humsey
waqt ki daur mai aap hamein toh bhoola dogey
par un haseen lamhon ka kya
jo hamney saath gujarey the
wo toh khabhi na juda kar paaogey khud se aap
kho diya humney aapko,
kyonki paaya tha mainey khabie..
toh kya gar aap kissi aur k ho gaye
hum toh aapk hi the hamesha se...
katata nahi ye pal
bagair aapko yaad kiye;
gair ho aap phir kaisey,
kehar dhaaya mujhpe aapne.
saanso main baduaain hai aapk liye
lavzoon mai hai aakrosh
armaano k khoon ka badla ,
taqkdeer le aapse,
aarzoo hai ye hamari,
bekarari ho aapko bhi naseeb
us tadap ko, zara aap bhi mehsoos karo
aur dard, sirf hum muqqarar karein aapko...
To love, not to her but myself; and I am hers!!!!!!
To resist myself is to fight myself,
to loose & to win are both mine;
And the returning, are just irresistible pain & endless tears.
The torture and the harassments aren’t physical,
though the wound is deep inside the heart.
Intellect and intelligence fails to answer;
the virtue of the path is dark and terrible.
What I have left with myself
are the killing nightmares and the haunting days.
The sun rises and sets back,
The earth rotates and revolves,
The world moves on & run to live,
And I demand a deep breathless sleep…
I whispered “Set my soul free apart from this materialistic body
and I will have a smile on my motionless face”.
To loose and then gain is a Die Hard Fighting Spirit,
But to gain and gain & gain and finally loose is a
compromise with yourself, your self confidence
and your true love.
The smiles exchanged, the kisses awarded, the promises made & the words shared
are forgotten, lost, broken & are taken back.
Now the greetings are just given
but are not accepted with the same warmness
Neither is returned. Well, this wasn’t desired
but the warmness was definitely expected.
The emotions burst into tears and the heart
cried aloud to break the deadly silence.
Hunger isn’t felt any more and the cuts
doesn’t make any difference,
Might be the intensity isn’t too high or
is suppressed because of the pain I already have.
Hurting and killing me never responded well,
Might be I haven’t done enough for the proper result or
would have thought of her happiness;
That I used to feel whenever I visited her.
There will be always a bit of her in me,
I will always be under the debt of her love,
affection and the pleasure she gave me for my comfort.
A place of hers in my heart will always be vacant;
no one is even capable of filling that ever.
Ever one dares to look into my eyes,
will find immense love for her;
Dive into my heart, search into my soul,
her name is engraved every where.
To love, not to her but myself; and I am hers!!!!!!
- Chinmaya Vidyalaya2002 - 2004
- BMSITElectrical & Electronics, 2005 - 2009
- Wipro TechnologiesSenior Software engineer, present
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