Posts tagged ‘new relationships’

Tum nahi samji……???

Bahoot baar kehna chaha maine par…

Tum nahi samjhi

Hamari dosti aur pyaar ke bhich ki patli lakir
Kabhi mita paya nahi………
Un nazdekiyo ka sabab batana chaha tha maine par…

Tum nahi samjhi

Saath Chahata tha tumahara, taaumar ke liye
Kyon ? kaise kehta tumse ye baat main tumhe
Tumahare liye apna pyaar jatana chaha tha maine par…

Tum nahi samjhi

Kabhi jhakkar meri aankho mein tho dekha hota
Saari dasta khud ba khud padh leti tum
Beintehaa pyaar jhalakta hai tumhare liye in main par…

Tum nahi samjhi

Sitaro ki chadar se jab chalkti chandni chooti mujhko
To lagta ki mano Bahoo main bhar liya tumhe
Main bekarar hoon tumahare liye par is bekarari ko…

Tum nahi samjhi

Apna kaam, Apne dost, Apne aap main hi khoyi rahi,
Apni Masrufiyat se tumhe na waqt mila,
Mere sapne, meri aarzoo, mere arman

Meri Adhuri kahani ko…

Tum nahi samjhi

Just for u and for me :)

As I am saying good night at the end of the day,
And you are not here, but many miles away,
My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,
As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.

I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,
Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.

When distance tends to keep us apart,
Remember I still hold you near in my heart.
When the night together, can’t be ours,
Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.

Meet me in the stars, I’ll be waiting there for you.
With a bottle of wine and glasses for two.
Just close your eyes and there you will see,
Waiting in the stars, just for you I will be.

Remembering those words, I begin to smile,
And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.
I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,
But you are not there, no hug to exchange.

I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,
No longer wanting to be kept apart.
Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears,
A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.

There is no question it is you that I see,
Waiting in the stars, just like you promised to me.
You hold out your hand as you become near,
And put it in mine saying, “I miss you, my dear. “

Suddenly there’s gentle music, filled with romance,
You gently pull me close, we begin to dance.
Just meet me in the stars, that is where I will be.
A special place in the stars just for you and for me.

From a poet anonymous to me I just found his name as “SAURAV”
Really saurav this one is a master piece

The woman of my dreams.

As I awaken, each and every day,
Thoughts of love turn to you.
An unbreakable bond between us two,
A special love ever so true…

The warm glow in your eyes,
The sweet smile on your face;
Makes me want to hold you,
Forever in love’s tender embrace.

The gentleness of your touch,
The sweet passion of your kiss.
Just a couple of many pleasures,
I longingly so miss…

The sound of your voice,
Is like a song in my heart,
Always bringing me happiness,
As it has done from our start.

We’ve shared many joys,
And also felt some sorrows,
Yet our future is filled,
Of wonderful tomorrows.

So, until that bright day,
Far away such as it seems,
You shall always be my one true love…
The woman of my dreams.

How do I tell you that I love you?

I don’t know what to do

I think that I am falling in love with you

I know that you don’t feel the same way

So I’ll just sit here sad every day

For your love I would die

I would be your angel, standing by

I would do anything for your love

I would be your angel, sent from above

I love you so much, words can’t express

I would give up my world, I must confess

Given the chance to be with you

Is the only thing I really want to do

You’ve given me a way to believe in love

For before I thought it was a gift from above.

How do I confess my feelings for you?

Believe me, it’s not something easy for me to do

You know I’ve been hurt, and you know that I’ve cried

From people slowly killing me inside

But with your love, I will get through this

All I need is your warm gentle kiss

I know I’ve been hurt, but I’ll risk it all

Because by you I’ve been lifted up, and I don’t want to fall

She Ask Me Why I Loved Her

If questioning would make us wise

No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;

If all our tale were told in speech

No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh

And love not bound in hearts of flesh

No aching breasts would yearn to meet

And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows

The secret powers by which he grows?

Were knowledge all, what were our need

To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the ‘If’ and ‘Why’

I love you now until I die.

For I must love because I live

And life in me is what you give.

Love is blind , Marriage is an eye opener!

Love is holding hands in the street.
Marriage is holding arguments in the street.

Love is cuddling on a sofa.
Marriage is one of them sleeping on a sofa.

Love is talking about having children.
Marriage is talking about getting away from children.

Love is going to bed early.
Marriage is going to sleep early.

Love is losing your appetite.
Marriage is losing your figure.

Love is sweet nothing in the ear.
Marriage is sweet nothing in the bank.

TV has no place in love.
Marriage is a fight for remote control.

Love is 1 drink and 2 straws.
Marriage is “Don’t you think you’ve had enough!”.

That’s why they say:

“Love is blind , Marriage is an eye opener!”

A flower of God’s design, the Rosebud…..

A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice. The older preacher walked up to a rose bush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing any of the petals The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and ministry. But, because of his great respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try and unfold the rosebud while keeping every petal intact . . It wasn’t long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the young preacher’s inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem:

It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so sweetly,
Then, in my hands, they die

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
The flower of God’s design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So, I’ll trust in Him for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the Pilgrim’s way.

The pathway that lies before me
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I’ll trust him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose