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Love IS When Mom Kisses Me.
Love IS When Dad Looks At Me That One Day He Will Sit On couch Watching TV
'n
I Will Come Back From Work
'n Saying “Dad,Still You Haven't Sleep Yet”
Love IS When My Sister-in-law Will Say
Hey Brother, I Have Seen A Girl For You.
Love IS When My Sister While Doing My Work Will Say
“When I Will Get Merried Who Will Do Your Work?”
Love IS When I Am Doing My Work My Brother say
“Leave It Dear,Let's Go For Treat”
Love IS When My Best Friend Say “I Always Miss You”
“Love IS To Feel The Relations”
Life IS Much Like Facebook...
You may write me down in history
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~ Maya Angelou
Hardik Zala
Communication between heart to heart...
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Chorkar Tuje Aye Sanam Bata Me Kaha Jaunga...
Lautkar Aye Sanam Fir Teri Hi Baaho Me Aaunga...
Tu Hi Bata Bin Tere Kya Meri Zindagi Basar Hogi....?
Such Kehta Hu Ek Pal Bhi Bin Tere Reh Na Paunga...
Khata Ho Jati He Najane Kyu Har Baar Mujse..
Par Yakeen Kar Abse Me Tujse Kabhi Na Sataunga...
Itni Mahobbat He Tujse Ki Baya Na Hoga Wo Ehsaas...
Bas Itna Jaanle Tu Chor Gayi To Fir Me Khud Ko Na Paunga...
Ye Zindagi Kab Tak He Ye To Mera Rab Hi Jaane...
Par Jab Tak He Teri Kasam Me Kisi Aur Ko Na Chahunga...
Tu Hi He.. Tu Hi He... Bas Tu Hi He Mere Khyalo Me Rehti...
Yakeen Kar Tere Siva Kisi Aur Ke Khyalao Me Bhi Na Aaunga.....
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Hu 1 Atvayelo Engineer...
Metal na molding ma
Keyboard na F1 ma
Civil na scale ma
Drafter na drawing ma
Project ni padojan ma
Washroom na darpan ma,
HU 1...
Submissin na sensex ma
Viva na vivah ma
Girls na gappa ma
GF na dupatta ma
Madamo ni maya ma
Result na saya mA
Dreamgirls na dreams ma
HU 1..
2nd life na virtual world ma
Orkut ni kadakut ma
FB par na face readin ma
Dosto ni dosti ma
Clg ni masti ma
percentage na poker ma
Tanhai ni tin patti mA
Gaming na gupt gyan ma
Chating ni charas ma
Ne ant ma
Clg puri thata
MITRO GUMAVA NI CHINTA MA..
Hu 1 atvayelo ENGg.!!
Metal na molding ma
Keyboard na F1 ma
Civil na scale ma
Drafter na drawing ma
Project ni padojan ma
Washroom na darpan ma,
HU 1...
Submissin na sensex ma
Viva na vivah ma
Girls na gappa ma
GF na dupatta ma
Madamo ni maya ma
Result na saya mA
Dreamgirls na dreams ma
HU 1..
2nd life na virtual world ma
Orkut ni kadakut ma
FB par na face readin ma
Dosto ni dosti ma
Clg ni masti ma
percentage na poker ma
Tanhai ni tin patti mA
Gaming na gupt gyan ma
Chating ni charas ma
Ne ant ma
Clg puri thata
MITRO GUMAVA NI CHINTA MA..
Hu 1 atvayelo ENGg.!!
Labels: engineering, gujarati
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Ho Gayee Galti Hamsee Click Ho Gaya Mouse
Dunya Ki Parwa Chhodo Ban Jaoo Meri Spouse
Tum See Mila Mein Kal To Mere Dil Mein Hua Ek Sound
Lekin Ajj Tum Mili To Kehta Hai Your File Not Found !
Ab Aur Kaho Na Tum ” But ” Ya ” If ” Tum Ho Meri Zindagi Ki Animated Gif
Aisa Bhi Nahi Hai Kee , I Dont Like Your Face
Par Dil Kee Computer Mein Nahi Hai Enough Disk Space !
Ghar See Nikalti Ho Tum Jab Pehan Kee Evening Gown
Too Many Request See Ho Jata Hai Server Down
Tumharee Liyee Pyaar Ki Application , Creat Mein Karoonga
Tum Usse Debug Karna Wait Mein Karoonga
Tumhara Intezaar Karte Karte Mein So Gaya !
Yeh Dekho Mera Connecting Time Out Ho Gaya….
Dunya Ki Parwa Chhodo Ban Jaoo Meri Spouse
Tum See Mila Mein Kal To Mere Dil Mein Hua Ek Sound
Lekin Ajj Tum Mili To Kehta Hai Your File Not Found !
Ab Aur Kaho Na Tum ” But ” Ya ” If ” Tum Ho Meri Zindagi Ki Animated Gif
Aisa Bhi Nahi Hai Kee , I Dont Like Your Face
Par Dil Kee Computer Mein Nahi Hai Enough Disk Space !
Ghar See Nikalti Ho Tum Jab Pehan Kee Evening Gown
Too Many Request See Ho Jata Hai Server Down
Tumharee Liyee Pyaar Ki Application , Creat Mein Karoonga
Tum Usse Debug Karna Wait Mein Karoonga
Tumhara Intezaar Karte Karte Mein So Gaya !
Yeh Dekho Mera Connecting Time Out Ho Gaya….
Friday, April 8, 2011
Love IS When Mom Kisses Me.
Love IS When Dad Looks At Me That One Day He Will Sit On couch Watching TV
'n
I Will Come Back From Work
'n Saying “Dad,Still You Haven't Sleep Yet”
Love IS When My Sister-in-law Will Say
Hey Brother, I Have Seen A Girl For You.
Love IS When My Sister While Doing My Work Will Say
“When I Will Get Merried Who Will Do Your Work?”
Love IS When I Am Doing My Work My Brother say
“Leave It Dear,Let's Go For Treat”
Love IS When My Best Friend Say “I Always Miss You”
“Love IS To Feel The Relations”
Friday, April 1, 2011
I want a love, anyway, any color.
This love can be high, may be low, blond or brown, the big nose or small.
I want a love delighted, smiling and funny.
He may have long hair, it can even be a short one, can have big eyes and little ones.
I want to love a husky voice, to look deep and sensual.
Must be a love full of personality, full of charm and vivacity.
Looking for a casual love, crazy and daring.
I want a love child, who play with me, take me to delirium and leave me in danger.
I want a crazy love, crazy not cling to the past.
I need a lover dressed as a clown, playing carnival, and shouting his love.
I need anyway, most urgently to end this my grace.
So I want a love that fills me with jealousy and then cover me with perfume,
more intense flavors, may be Chanel or Dior.
I want, I need a love those movies, soap opera, sitcom, full of mysteries and anecdotes.
I want a love, simple or important, a love to make soap balls with me,
take my hand, smile my smile and believe in what I say.
I want a love to ride a seesaw, running in the rain, stepping into the puddle,
eat brigadier, dirty and then lick his finger and slowly, making charm.
I want love, unexpectedly, that escape me, I lace up in arms with their hugs.
I need a staggering love, those creepy, a love that knows cry, dance and sing.
I want a love that has a kiss full of desire, when you touch me makes me shiver,
and my body don't want to wake up.
I want a love seen ... and if you want, this love could
This love can be high, may be low, blond or brown, the big nose or small.
I want a love delighted, smiling and funny.
He may have long hair, it can even be a short one, can have big eyes and little ones.
I want to love a husky voice, to look deep and sensual.
Must be a love full of personality, full of charm and vivacity.
Looking for a casual love, crazy and daring.
I want a love child, who play with me, take me to delirium and leave me in danger.
I want a crazy love, crazy not cling to the past.
I need a lover dressed as a clown, playing carnival, and shouting his love.
I need anyway, most urgently to end this my grace.
So I want a love that fills me with jealousy and then cover me with perfume,
more intense flavors, may be Chanel or Dior.
I want, I need a love those movies, soap opera, sitcom, full of mysteries and anecdotes.
I want a love, simple or important, a love to make soap balls with me,
take my hand, smile my smile and believe in what I say.
I want a love to ride a seesaw, running in the rain, stepping into the puddle,
eat brigadier, dirty and then lick his finger and slowly, making charm.
I want love, unexpectedly, that escape me, I lace up in arms with their hugs.
I need a staggering love, those creepy, a love that knows cry, dance and sing.
I want a love that has a kiss full of desire, when you touch me makes me shiver,
and my body don't want to wake up.
I want a love seen ... and if you want, this love could
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Life IS Much Like Facebook...
People Will Like Your Problems 'n Comment
But No one Gonaa Solve Them...
Because
Everybody Seems So Busy In Updating Their Own.. !
Labels: english
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~ Maya Angelou
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