Jab tumhara sms aata hai, mera rom rom machal jaata hai ang ang me gudgudi hoti hai, ye sms ka kassor nahi hai, kambakht cell hi vibrator par hota hai.
Aur bhi bahut si cheeze lut chuki hai dil ke saath Ye bataya dosto ne ishq farmane ke baad Is liye kamray ki ek ek cheez “ckeck” karta hoon main “Ek tere aane se pehle, ek tere jaa-ne ke baad”
us ne haton par mehndi lagi huve hai humne os ke doli sajai huvi hai.. humay pata tha wo bawafa niklay ge. is leye humne os ki choti behan bhi phasai hui hai
Jis waqt khuda ne tumhe banaya hoga, ek saroor sa uske dil pe chaya hoga... pehle socha hoga tujhe jannat mein rakh lun.. phir usse zoo ka khayal aaya hoga…
Vo pyaar ke rishte kaise-kaise ho gaye, kabhi hum aapke dost the ab aise-waise ho gaye, agar ab bhi sms na kiya to hum samjhenge ki hum se pyaare paise ho gaye
Hum SmS karte hain to Woh Samajhte hain ki hume Aadat hain Paise Udaane ki. Lekin Woh Nadaan Kya Samajhe ki Ye bhi Apni Ek Adaa hai rishte nibhane ki..
