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Larnay ka lolzz

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Larnay ka lolzz

may i help u?

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Han ji kr dain ap sy b to larna ha mujhe :fight:

aur ap ko khayal aagaya CY ka , POst krnay ka :angry:

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Han ji kr dain ap sy b to larna ha mujhe :fight:

aur ap ko khayal aagaya CY ka , POst krnay ka :angry:

hehe ajain .. bt noT here =)

khayaal nih aya .. but kch soch k post kia hay bus !!

Edited by ramz

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hehe ajain .. bt now here =)

khayaal nih aya .. but kch soch k post kia hay bus !!

KUKAR bas aa jioo okzz... :kill:

@ topic..

ramz ki class lanay ka :wink:

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KUKAR bas aa jioo okzz... :kill:

@ topic..

ramz ki class lanay ka :wink:

koi aur kaam nahi hay aap kay paas..sab kee class lena zarori hay?

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KUKAR bas aa jioo okzz... :kill:

:smile:

@ topic..

ramz ki class lanay ka :wink:

ahan .

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slow songs sonnay ka

this one listing ajnabi sheher k ajnabi rastay

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hehe ajain .. bt noT here =)

khayaal nih aya .. but kch soch k post kia hay bus !!

per ab maine larny ka irada cancel kr dia hai kyn k lara b us sy jata hai jo ap ko kuch samjh....

Han ab tum kuch b soch k post kro main kuvch nhi pochon ge :sad:

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Outing ka

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per ab maine larny ka irada cancel kr dia hai kyn k lara b us sy jata hai jo ap ko kuch samjh....

Han ab tum kuch b soch k post kro main kuvch nhi pochon ge :sad:

zaini agr mjhy ap logo ki care nhi hooti to mai yahan aata b nhi ..ap logo ki value hay and bht achy frendx hay thats y m here !!

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Tenderness of feelings rides on the symphony of notes – notes that sprout spontaneously, effortlessly and flow like brooks in the mountains. In the mountains lies the cherished land of fairy meadows where the chirping larks create them. By the banks of lakes on whose surface dances the nature clad in the changing hues of the travelling sun. And when the day surrenders sweetly to the night, victory shines in silver, the diamonds in the sky find their play ground on the sheen of the rhythmic waves. Melody sprinkles its charms and holds open its arms as mermaids gleefully celebrate their existence. Even time stops to admire the marvels, every day every moment; its eternity preserved free from the bonds of past and future. As the curtains retreat obediently from the sky, glittering diamonds fall to create a blanket embellished with a billion stars each offering its bounty of seven.

Each morning they come chanting slogans in an alien tongue and fill their hearts to the fullest and depart like they never existed. Their unfathomable thirst never quenches, they come again for the silver glow to fill their senses with sights and scents of the miracles. Such is the bliss; they find their nirvana each day and lose it again like innocent oblivion of a child. The cycle of eternity continues in eternity.

Realization is worth a million prayers. “Was I created for a million prayers”, his conscious knocks at his door. “Who am I, if it was not for a million prayers then why do I exist”, as he stumbles along his path. A thousand lands he has seen but none could give him the enchantment he has longed for. No physical pleasures have left a desire to revisit, no overtures with the charmed, no adventure into the undiscovered, no discovery – none of the creations – nothing has ever compelled him to pause for a while. He has lingered in the continuum till his pain mounted and felt no more. Numbness has bought him his false immunity.

His pitcher of patience begins to overflow and finally he questions the existence of God. He (God) lets him free on a journey to wander till realization. And when the spirit questions its prison, the shackles break fee, it wanders like rising mist above the lakes.

This is what I want to do “Bilkul is Waqt” , that is, to be free and roam anywhere I want.

Edited by rust_in_peace

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Hmm, chat krnay ka

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to have a real session with cy members

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Party Biscuits khanay ka

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kisi ko marnay ka

Edited by prliqbal

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Bht sari batin krnay ka

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Pizza khanay ka

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thandi c pepsi penay ka

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