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स्कुलको बहिर स्कुल एरिया बिस्तारै हाक्नुस” भनेर लेखिएको हुन्छ तर गर्ल्स स्कुलको अगाडि लेखिएको हुदैन किनकि गर्ल्स कलेजको बहिर पुगेपछि सबै गाडी आफै बिस्तारै जान्छन् ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ग्राहक:-यदि मैले यो चिठ्ठी आज पोष्ट गरे भने पर्सी र पोखरा पुग्छ नि हैन? पोष्ट मास्टर:- जरुर, किन नपुग्नु। ग्राहक:-म बाजी राखछु यो पुग्दैन। पोष्ट मास्टर:- किन पुग्दैन? ग्राहक:- किनकि यसको ठेगाना काठमाण्डौको छ। ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दूइजना कुखुराचोरहरु बाटोमा भेट बिचबाटोमा । पहिलोः तेरो झोलमा कति वटा कुखुरा छन् र दोश्रोः छन् अलि अलि । पहिलोः भन् न भन् । दोश्रोः ल.........तैं गेस् गर । यदी मिलाईस् भने दूइवटै लैजा । पहिलोः त्यसो भए.............पाचबटा हुन पर्छ । ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: (एउटा केटी सँग) डार्लीङ्ग मेरो मुटुमा आएर बसन । केटी : (रिसाउदै) चप्पल फुकालौ ? केटा : मेरो मन मन्दिर होइन, नफुकाली आए हुन्छ । :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एउटा बच्चाले गुलेलि हानेर अर्काको घरको शिशा फुटालेछ, घरको मालिक बच्चाको घरमा आएर उसको परिवारसँग निउ खोजेछ । बच्चाको परिवारले भनेछन ए हजुर यो त पागल छ । त्यसो भए आफ्नो घरको शिशाचाहिँ किन फुटाउँदैन त ? 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त्यत्ति पनि थाहा हुदैन कि के हो त मलाई , ३ ओटा ऐनामा बसेका थिए २ ओटा चुरोटको बट्टामा ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आइमाइको आठ बच्चा......................... एक आइमाइको आठ बच्चा रैछन सबैको नाम राम रैछ यो देखेर एउटड मान्छेलाइ अचम्म लागेछ उसले सोधेछ तपाइलाई आफ्नो बच्चा हरु लाइ बोलाउन गाह्रो हुदैन सबैको नाम एउटै आइमाई: हुदैन म नाम सगै थर पनि जोडेर बोलाउछु नि त .... :))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;फेन्टास्टिक............................. एकजना गाउँको मान्छे होटलमा गएछ त्यहाँ अर्को व्यक्ति फेन्टा पिउँदै रहेछ अनि त्यो मान्छेले पनि कोक पिउँदै फेन्टा पिउने मान्छेलाई सोधेछ, कस्तो छ ?जवाफमा फेन्टास्टिक । अनि कोक पिउनेले भनेछ, ए यो पनि कोकाकोलास्टिक रहेछ । :)))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पाईलट बन्न चाहन्छु............................................... बाबुले छोराको रिजल्ट हेरेपछि तँ जस्तो छोरात धर्तिको लागि बोझ होस । छोराले बाबुलाई भनेछ त्यहि भएर त म पाईलट बन्न चाहन्छु नि ड्याड । :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एउटा मात्रै नराम्रो बानी...................................... स्कुलमा सर र विद्यार्थी बिचको कुराकानि । सर : राम तिमि चुरोट खान्छौ हो ? 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���विद्यार्थी � नाला पानीको युद्धमा नाला फुटेरपानी बाहिर निस्किएको हुँदा चिप्लिएरलडेका थिए सर ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मुन्द्रे र मुन्द्रेको बाउ जाँच...................... मुन्द्रे र मुन्द्रेको बाउ जाँच दिएर निस्केछन र झगडा गरिरखेको रैछन। त्यो देखेर मामाले सोधेछनमामा:किन झगडा गरेको? मुन्द्रे: बाउले कापिमा केहि नलेखि त्यतिकै बुझाएर आएछन॥ मामा :अनि तिमिलाई के को टेन्सन त? मुन्द्रे: अनि मैले पनि केही नलेखिकन बुझाएर आको छु अब सरले मैले बाउको सारे छ भन्दैनन्॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प्रेमीलाई प्रेमीकाले फोन......................................................................... एउटा प्रेमीलाई प्रेमीकाले फोन गरेर भनि:- मेरो घरमा कोही पनि छैन तिमि आऊ।प्रेमी खुसी हुदैँ प्रेमीकाको घर पुग्यो।तर साचिक्कै घरमा कोही पनि थिएन।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;झोल त यति मिठो, झन.. कहिल्लै चिया नखाएको गाउँको दुइटा मान्छे शहर गएछ। र चिया पसलमा बसेछन्। पहिलो:- ओई! यी सबै मान्छेले के खाएको हो हामी पनि खाऔ न। दोस्रो:- हुन्छ नि (अडर गर्दै) दाई हामीलाई पनि त्यो १�१ गिलास दिनुस् त्(पसलेले चिया दिन्छ) पहिलो:- ओई यसको झोल त यति मिठो छ भने , झन चोक्टा त कति मिठो होला हगि। दोस्रो:- हो त नी। :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;के भनुँ.......................:) तिमिलाई म के भनुँ ? 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/&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Qasid piyam-e-Shoq ko itna na kar taweel, Kehna Faqat yeh un say keh ankhain taras gai,,,&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Tum takalluf ko bhi khaloos samajhte ho Faraz,Dost hota nahin her haath milane wala.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Umidon k Saharay Jiye Ja rahay hain Tera Naam lab pe liye ja rahay hain Ek tum ho k milnay ka naam nahin late, EK hum hain k intezar kiye ja rahay hain...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;kuch galee main ishq ka toq tha.....kuch dil main ishq ka rog tha.....kuch tere sheher kay log thay kaatil....kuch humay katal honay ka shoqe tha..&gt;-(""V"")-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;main hosh main tha pher us pey marr gaya kaisy....yeh zeher mery dill main uter gaya kaisy&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Na tum aa sako gay na phir baat hogi, Yeh kaisi dukh bhari chaandni raat hogi, Ghari do ghari beth kar muskura do zara, Khuda jaaney phir chahney walo ki kab mulaqaat hogi.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;dekhtay dekhtay hum kahan kho gaye janeman ishq main hum kiya say kiya ho gaye chahatoon kay safar main pata na chala manzilan thi yahan rastay kho gaye.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;na jee sakein yahan na mar sakay yahan. hasnay ki baat choro na ro sakaye yahan.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;kuch log dil k bohat pass hote hain, vohe jeene ki aas hote hain, mahsos ker k daykho humain, hum her wkt tumharay pass hotay hain&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ka Haal Tum Ko Batau Kaise?&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ke Yeh Armaan Jatau Kaise?&lt;br /&gt;Mera Toh Yeh Dil He Tum Hoo,&lt;br /&gt;Tumhara He Haal Tum Ko Sunau Kaise??&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Har Dost Mein Aap Jaisi Baat Nahi Hoti,&lt;br /&gt;Na Jane Khuda Kya Saza De Raha Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jo Aaj Kal Aap Se Mulakat Nahi Hoti..&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ko Dil Se Churaya Hai Aapne&lt;br /&gt;Door Hote Huve Apna Banaya Hai Apne&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Bhi Bhul Nahi Payenge Aapko Dost&lt;br /&gt;Kyun Ke Dosti Karna Sikhaya Hai Aapne..&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jitna Pyar Paya Hai Aap Se...&lt;br /&gt;Us Se Jyada Pane Ko Jee Chahta Hai...&lt;br /&gt;Najane Wo Koun Si Khobi Hai Aap Mein ...&lt;br /&gt;Ke Aap Se Dosti Nibhane Ko Jee Chahta Hai...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti Ki Raho Main Kabhi Akelapan Na Mile,&lt;br /&gt;Aai Dost Zindagi Main Tumhe Kabhi Gum Na Mile,&lt;br /&gt;Dua Karte Hain Hum Khuda Se,&lt;br /&gt;Tuhme Jo Bhi Dost Mile Hum Se Kam Na Mile.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti Ka Pehala Pegam Aap Ke Naam,&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Ki Akhari Sham Aap Ke Naam.&lt;br /&gt;Iss Safar Main Humsafar Hain Hum Dono,&lt;br /&gt;Is Dosti Ko Nibhana Hain Aap Ka Kaam&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uss dil ko darya kehte hain&lt;br /&gt;jiss main kholoos o mohabbat rehte hain&lt;br /&gt;hazaroon dukh per jayen phir bhir&lt;br /&gt;khushi khushi esay sehte hain....&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool hai gulaab ka&lt;br /&gt;husn hai janaab ka&lt;br /&gt;Tasveer tairee mairay dil main hai&lt;br /&gt;Phir faida kia is naqaab ka&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapno se dil lagane ki aadat nahi rahi,&lt;br /&gt;har waqt muskarane ki aadat nahi rahi,&lt;br /&gt;yeh soch ke ki koi manane nahi aayega,&lt;br /&gt;ab hamein ruth jane ki aadat nahi rahi&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigahen aapki pehchan hai hamari,&lt;br /&gt;Muskarahat aapki shan hai hamari,&lt;br /&gt;Karna hifazat tum apni,&lt;br /&gt;Kyounki sanse aapki jaan hain hamari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil Ki Awaaz Ko Izhaar Kehtay Hein.. Jhuki Nigah Ko Iqrar Kehtay Hein.... Sirf Paanay Ka Naam Mohabbat Nahin.... Kuch Khone Ko Bhi Pyaar Kehtay Hein.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khobsurat phoolon ki tasveer saja rakhi thi Beech mien eik ladki ki tasveer laga rakhi thi Mujhe pata tha woh ladki nikle gi bewafa Isss liyeh mien ne eik aur ladki phasaa rakhi thi.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek ada aapke dil churane ki, ek ada aapke dil me bus jane ki, Chehra apka chand sa aur ek zid hamari chand pane ki.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zamane se nahin hum tanhai se darte hain, Pyar se nahin hum rusvayee se darte hain, Dil mein umang hai tujhse milne ki, Par milne ke baad aane wali judaai se darte hain.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main usay Dill Say Piyar Karti Hoon Rang Jis ka Hina Say Milta hai.   Rangat Main Dilfarareb Hum Bhi Nahin LAKIN Saanwali si is jori say Zamana jalta hai.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teri ulfat ki rahoon mein loota di zindagi hum ne. dil-o-jaan lootane wale to kitna bewafa nikla.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaankh say door na hoo dil say oter jaye ga... waqat ka kya hai guzarta hai guzar jaye ga... Itna mayoos na khalwat-e-gham say apni... Tu kabhi khod ko bhi dekhay ga to dar jaye ga...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kash main teri khushi ki leher hota,  tu naraz mujh say hoti to mujh pay qehar hota.  main teri chahat ka kya anjam kahon,  meri har shaam ka anjam seher hota.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woh mil jaate hain kahani ban ker,  dil main bus jaate hain nishani ban ker.  jinhay hum rkhtay hain apni ankhon main kyon nikal jaate hain woh pani ban ker.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansna hamara kisi ko gawara nahi, har musafir zindagi ka sahara nahi, miltye hain bohat log is tanha zindagi mein , per koi dost tumse ziyada pyara nahi.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti aftaab nahi k chamke or doob jaye,&lt;br /&gt;Dosti phool nahi khilay or murjha jaye,&lt;br /&gt;Dosti to saans hai chalay to sab kuch&lt;br /&gt;or tootay to kuch bhi nahi,&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia kahon aap ko&lt;br /&gt;khwaab kahoon to toot na jaye,&lt;br /&gt;Dil kahoon to bikhar na jaye,&lt;br /&gt;Sochta hoon aap ka naam zindagi rakh doon,&lt;br /&gt;Mout se pehle to aap ka saath na choot paye.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saans lene se teri yaad aati hai,&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaad aane se meri jaan jaati hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kaise keh doon k sirf saans se zinda hoon,&lt;br /&gt;Saans bhi to teri yaad k baad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sakta hai k hum saath reh na paaen,&lt;br /&gt;Ek doosre se kuch keh na paaen,&lt;br /&gt;Itni nazdeekyaan na barho hum se,&lt;br /&gt;Ke hum doorion ko seh na paaen.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab ke yoon Dil ko saza di hum ne&lt;br /&gt;Is ki har baat bhula di hum ne&lt;br /&gt;Ek ek phool bohat yaad aaya&lt;br /&gt;Saakh-e-gul jab woh jala di hum ne&lt;br /&gt;Aaj tak jis pe woh sharmate hein&lt;br /&gt;Woh baat kab se bhula di hum ne.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek baat tum se kehni hai magar kehne se darta hoon&lt;br /&gt;Ijaazat ho to keh daloon muhabbat tum se karta hoon.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi mein kuch na mila to kya gham hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aap ki dosti mili yeh kia kam hai,&lt;br /&gt;Thori si jaga mil jai aap ke dil mein agar,&lt;br /&gt;To yeh jaga kia Taj Mahal se kam hai.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabne kaha Dosti ek Dard hai,&lt;br /&gt;Humne kaha Dard kabool hai,&lt;br /&gt;Subne kaha is Dard ke saath Jee na Paogay,&lt;br /&gt;Humne kaha teri Dosti ki saath Marna kabool hai&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitaron se agey jahan aur bhi hein,&lt;br /&gt;Abhi Mohabbat k imthan aur bhi hein,&lt;br /&gt;Tum hi nehi jalatey mere dil ko,&lt;br /&gt;College mein Ladkiyan aur bhi hein.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jab kabhi aankh mein ashque bhar aye&lt;br /&gt;kuchh log dubte nazar aye&lt;br /&gt;hum intzar kar rahe the barson se jinka&lt;br /&gt;mera naseeb hai ki aaj wo udher aye.&lt;br /&gt;Hum apne aap par goroor nahin karte,  Kisi ko pyar karne par majboor nahin karte.  Magar jise ek baar dil main basa lein Phir marte dum tak usay dil se door nahin karte.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohabat Soz hoti hain saaz hoti hai... Mohabat Do diloon kay dermiyan ek raz hoit hai..&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab duwaoon main yehi haraf-e-asar payara lagay,  Umer bhar chahoon tujay tu umer bhar payara lagay&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua maangi thi aashiyaanay ki, Chal padeen aandhiyaan zamaanay ki, Mera gham koi na samajh paaya, Kiyun k meri aadat thi muskuraanay ki......&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socho ke pani se juda hokar ye machhliyan kyo tadap kar mar jaati hain na maloom tha unko k nazdikiyan adat aur aadat aksar zindgi ban jaati hai....!!!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazar milake humse nazar chura mat lena dost banakar hame dushman bana mat dena mana ki hum door hain aapse isi baat ko bahana bana kar humko bhula mat dena!!!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi yun bhi aa meri aankh main, k nazar ko bhi khabar na ho, ek raat mujhay nawaz de us k baad phir sahir na ho, woh bada raheem wa kareem hay mujhay yeh sifat bhi ata karay, Tujhay bhoolnay...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaha to buhut izhaar na karna aaya, kat gai umar hamain pyar na karna aaya, Maanga agar us nay to judai maangi, Aur hum thay hamain inkaar na karna aaya.......&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti k naam pay deewaanay chalay aatay hain, Shama k peechay perwaanay chalay aatay hain, Tu meri zindagi main nahin aana chahata na aa, par aana meri moat pay us din to begaanay bhi chalay...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere justojoo may humne Khoo diyeh hain kaye raastey Tujhey paaney ki Aarzoo may Khud may dhoondtey hain Tujhko Apni to bas yahi Duwa hai Kitab-e-Taqdeer may mere Haath ke lakeeroon par...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humne bhi pyar kiya tha zindagi main, badi josh ke sath! Humne bhi pyar kiya tha jindgi main, badi shor ke sath! Aab hum pyar karenge badi soch ke sath ! Kyon ki usey kal shaamko dekha kisi aur...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch pal ke liye aa jaao vaapis , Hum dil ki kahaani keh denge... Jo samjhe na tum aankho se , Voh baat zubaani keh denge....&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dosti mein dil ka tamasha dekha nahi jaata, humse tuta hua shesha dekha nahi jaata, apne hisse ki khusiya bhi de du tujhe, aye dost tera utra hua chehra dekha nahi jata.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai yeh mumkin k talab gah-e-mohabbat main kabhi Dil ki gehrayee se tu ne mujhe chaha hi na ho, Umr bhar saath rahain saath jeeyain saath mrain Inn duaon k liye haath uthaya hi na ho.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajab mohabbat hai k zamana janta hai na main, uski maanta hoon na woh meri maanta hai kabhi mile poocho usse kya mila bichar ker main bhi khaak chanta hoon woh bhi khaak chanta hai.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALASH KARON TO MIL HI JAE GA MAGER KON TUMHARY TARHA MUJH KO CHAHE GA DEKHE GA TUMHAIN BHI KOI CHAHATOON KI NAZER SE MAGER WO AANKHAIN HUMARI KAHAN SE LAYE GA..&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishq jab hadd se paar ho jaye zindagi beqarar ho jaye ishq itna bhi na jitao k hussn sarr pe sawar ho jaye.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad kerta hain tumhain tanhai main, dil dooba hai gamaon ki gehrai main, hame mat dhoondna duniya ki bheir mein, hum milenge tumhain tumhari parchai main.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujh say mukhlis nawakif meray jazbat say tha. Us ka rishta tu apnay mafadat say tha. abb jo bichra hai tu roain kyun teri jodai per. yeh andesha tu hamain pehli mulaqat say tha.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zinda Dil Hein Hans Ker Ghum Seh Laingay, Har Ghum Main Tera Saath Ho Yeh Zaroori Tu Nahin. Yun Tu Woh Bohat Wafa Shaar Hain Magar, Phir Bhi Har Qadam Pe Wafa Karay Yeh Zaroori Tu Nahin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi hosla bhi azmaa lena chahiye, Bure waqt main muskura lena chahiye, Jab saat din main bhi khujali na mite, to 8ve din naha lana chahiye&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab tu Dost hai mera bohot Dear,&lt;br /&gt;Muje bhi rakhna apne Dil ke Near,&lt;br /&gt;God ke siwa kisi se na karna Fear,&lt;br /&gt;Dekhna kabhi Zindegi mai teri nahi aayega Tear.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ak pehali jise NA TUM JANO NA HUM,&lt;br /&gt;Esme aata hai KABHI KHUSI KABHI GUM,&lt;br /&gt;Har DIL mai chupa hai ek HUMRAZ ke SAPNE,&lt;br /&gt;Es Duniya mai har kisi ke ANDAZ AAPNE AAPNE&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZINDAGI KI RAHA MAI JO GHAM MILENGE,&lt;br /&gt;WO APNI ZINDAGI SE KAM MILENGE,&lt;br /&gt;JAHAN DUNIYA NIGHAHE phARE LEGI,&lt;br /&gt;WAHAN TUJH KO HUM MILENGE.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kash tumhae chehre pe chicken pox ke daag hote, Kash tumhare chehre pe chicken pox ke daag hote, chand to tum ho hi sitaare bi saath hothe.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil ko bay chain sa kartee hain tumari ankhain&lt;br /&gt;raat ko dair talak tum mujay socha na karo.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein Tumhare Liye Sab Kuch Karta..Magar Mujhe Kaam Tha...... Mein Tumhare Liye Doob Ke Marta...Magar Mujhe Zukham Tha !&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek larki thi diwani si ,mobile se khela kerti thi, shaid kuch kehna tha use magar na jaane kis se derti thi,nazrain jhuka ka kuch kha karti thi, jab bhi milti thi yehi kaha karti thi," YEH ON KAISE HOTA HAI"&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapno se dil lagane ki aadat nahi rahi,&lt;br /&gt;har waqt muskarane ki aadat nahi rahi,&lt;br /&gt;yeh soch ke ki koi manane nahi aayega,&lt;br /&gt;ab hamein ruth jane ki aadat nahi rahi&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rait par naam kabhi likhte nahin, rait pe likhe naam kabhi tikte nahin, log kehte hein hum patthar dil hein, par patthar pe likhe naam kabhi mit-te nahin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhi yun bhi aa meri ankh main ke meri nazer ko khber ma ho muje ek lemha nawaz de phir wo lemha khetem na ho wo bera rehim-o-karim hai muje ye sifet bhi ata kere tuje bhulne ki dua kero dua main...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unohone dekha aur ansu tapak paday,  bhari barsat main jayse phol bikher paday.  duk yeh nahi k unhone humain alvida kaha,  dukh to yeh hay k us k baad wo khud bhi ropaday....:&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil gumsum .........zubaan khamosh...........&lt;br /&gt;yeh aankhein nam kyu hai..................?????&lt;br /&gt;jab tujhe kabhi paya hi na tha........&lt;br /&gt;to aaj tujhe khone ka ghum kyu hai...................??????????/&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool se pehle khusboo ko to dekho,&lt;br /&gt;karne se pehle kaam ko to dekho,&lt;br /&gt;kisike roop mein diwana naa bano,&lt;br /&gt;surat se pehle uske dil ko to dekho&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyu dil ke mere tukde kar diye,&lt;br /&gt;kyu mere aansu ko apni muskan se baha diye,&lt;br /&gt;gunah kya tha mera bus chahna tumhe,&lt;br /&gt;kyu meri zindagi me tune dard bhardiye&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waqt guzarta raha par sanse thami si thi,&lt;br /&gt;muskura rahe the hum,&lt;br /&gt;par ankho me nami si thi,&lt;br /&gt;saath hamare ye jahan tha sara,&lt;br /&gt;par na jaane kyu tumhari kami si thi&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samja do apni yado ko,&lt;br /&gt;wo bin bulaye pas aaya karti hai,&lt;br /&gt;aap to dur rehkar satate ho magar,&lt;br /&gt;wo pas aakar rulaya karti hai&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socha tha na karenge kisi se dosti,&lt;br /&gt;na karenge kisi se vaada, par kya kare dost mila itna pyara ki karna pada dosti ka vaada.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gham me hasne walo ko kabhi rulaya nahi jata,&lt;br /&gt;lehro se pani ko hataya nahi jata,&lt;br /&gt;hone wale ho jate hain khudhi dil se apne,&lt;br /&gt;kisi ko kehkar apna banaya nahi jata&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil dost ko do ge to dost banao ge,&lt;br /&gt;saathi ko do ge to saathi banao ge,&lt;br /&gt;gheron ko doge qadar karvao ge,&lt;br /&gt;or agar apno ko doge to pachtao ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kal ho na ho...&lt;br /&gt;Aaj tu hai...&lt;br /&gt;Aaj ho na ho...&lt;br /&gt;Ya pel tu hay...&lt;br /&gt;Ya pel ho na ho...&lt;br /&gt;Hum tu hia...&lt;br /&gt;Hum ho na ho...&lt;br /&gt;Humari dosti tu hai&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U r Sweet as CHOCOLATE,&lt;br /&gt;meetha as GULABGAMUN,&lt;br /&gt;raseela as RASGULLA,&lt;br /&gt;cool as ICE CREAM,&lt;br /&gt;bhagwan apko buri nazar se bachaye,&lt;br /&gt;kahin mere dost ko chitiyaa na lag jaye!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisi ne dil badal liya ,&lt;br /&gt;kisi ne dhadkan badal li,&lt;br /&gt;aap ke paas kuch nahi tha badalne ko,&lt;br /&gt;to aapne masjid mein jaakar chappal badal li&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toot jatay hain sabhi rishtay&lt;br /&gt;magar dil ka dil say rishta apni jagah&lt;br /&gt;tujh se na milnay ka yaqeen hai magar&lt;br /&gt;tujh se milnay ke dua apni jagah&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har karz dosti ka ada kaun karega? Hum na rahe to dosti kaun karega? E khuda mere doston ko salamat rakhna, Warna meri shaadi mein dance kaun karega&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere DIL mein rahenge SMS bankar,Dhadkano mein bajenge RINGTONE bankar,Kabhi apne DIL se juda mut Samajana, Hum tere saath chalenge NETWORK bankar&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujh se mat pooch mere Dill ki kahani aye Humdum...&lt;br /&gt;Es main kuch Parda-e-Nasheen ke bhi Naam ate hian...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek yahi aas he kafi hai mere jeenay mein,&lt;br /&gt;Dil nahi aap dharakte ho mere seenay mein,&lt;br /&gt;Tujh se jo zakham mile dil se laga leta hoon,&lt;br /&gt;Kitni lazzat hai teri zaat ke ghum peenay mein.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaadon ke diye jalate rahay,&lt;br /&gt;Apni aankho mein ashq chupatay rahay,&lt;br /&gt;Tera ghum tha ek hoosla hamara,&lt;br /&gt;Dil par zakham they or muskuratay rahe.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zindgi bikhar gai hoti&lt;br /&gt;kay rohh kay zakham bhar gaye hotey&lt;br /&gt;yea zindgi to app ki ammanat hai&lt;br /&gt;warna hum to kab kay mar gaye hotey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon kehta hai dost ki tumse humari judaai hogi, yeh afwaah zaroor kissi dushman ne uraayi hogi, shaan se rahenge tumahre dil mein hum itne dino mein kuch to jagah banayi hogi.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik Mudat se Mërï s0ch kå Mëhwër tum h0, aik Mudåt së Mërï zåt åndår tuM h0......, Maïn tërë pyar k sahïL pë khårï h00n tånhå Mërï uLfåt Mërï chåhåt kå sågår tµm h0.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jawaab teri shayari ka.... denge hum shayari mein.... naam tera likh baithe hain.... apne dil ki diary mein....&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAT HUI JAB SHAAM K BAAD, TERI YAAD AYI HAR BAAT KE BAAD, HUM NE KHAMOSH REH KAR BHI DEKHA, TERI AWAZ AYI HAR SANS K BAAD.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere Mehfil man Qismat Azma ker hum bhi dekhen ge, Dil Ager ghum se khaali ho to jeene ka maza kya hai na ho khoone jigger to ashq peene ka maza kya hai kise k ishq main Ansoon baha kar hum...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhara hamara rishta to aankhon aur palkon jaisa hai, Agar palak kuch der na jhapke to aankh ro deti hai... Aur agar aankh mein kuch chala jaye to palak tadap uthti hai...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khuda kare teri aankh kbi num na ho Zindagi ma tujhe koi gham na ho Her khushi mile tujhay Chahe us main Shamil HUM na ho.....&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo "ZINDAGI" he kaya jisme "MOHABBAT" nahi...wo MOHABBAT he kaya jisme "YADEIN" nahi...wo YADEIN he kaya jisme "TUM" nahi...wo TUM he kaya jisme "HUM" nahi...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhulana Sakoo Gay Mujhe Bhool Kar Tum Mein Aksar Tumhein Yaad Ata Rahonga Kabhi Khuwab Ban Kar Kabhi Yaad Ban Kar Mein Neendein Tumhari Churata Rahonga.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waqt guzarta raha per saanse thami thi,Muskuraye per ankho main nami thi, Saath hamare yeh jahan tha sara,Per najanay kiu aap ki kami thi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logon se sunte the Mohabbat ke afsaane, Khuwaab humne bhi dekhhe the suhaane, Pyaar kya hai ? hum aksar sochte the, Is baat se hum apne Dil ko rokte the&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum Ne Kab Tum Se Mulaqat Ka Wada Chaha,Door Reh Kar Bhi Tumhen Tum Se Zeada Chaha Bari Shiddat Se Yaad Aay Tum,Jab B Tumhen Bhoulne Ka Irada Chaha .....&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koi bool nahi hain kyonki yeh to anmool hain,jaane kahan se aaie hai tu kiski kismat hai, jaise koi pyaara sa timtimata sitaara hai tu,jaane kyon lagta hai ki bass humaara hai tu&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayad mere pyar ko taste karna bhool gaye... Dil sey aisa CUT kiya ke SALAAM karna bhool gaye...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhare samne hain itney items kabhi hame bhi pick karo... Hamare pyar ke ICON pe kabhi to tum DOUBLE-CLICK karo...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roz subha hum karte hain itne pyar se unhe good morning... woh humhe ghoor kar dekhte hain jaise 0 ERRORS but 5 WARNINGS...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho gayi galti humse, click ho gaya mouse Duniya ki parwaah chhodo, ban jaao meri spouse!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumse mila main kal to, mere dil mein hua ek sound, Lekin aaj tum mili to kehti ho: Your file not found!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aysa bhi nahin hai ke, I don't like your face Par dil ke computer mein, nahin hai enough disk space.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghar se nikalti ho tum jab, pehen ke evening gown Too many requests se, ho jaata hai server down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaam hote hii ye Dil udaas hota hai Toote khwaboo ke siwa kuch na pass hota hai Tumahri yaad aise waqt bohat aati hai Bandar jab koi aas-paas hota hai&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum nay april fool manay to on ko gosa aya hamra kiya kasoor zamnay ka kasoor jis nay yeh dastoor banya.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanha koi milay agar to karain dil ki baat bhi.......Har adme kay sath hai saya laga howa .&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik hassi jo hasa de Aik ansoo jo rula de Aik aarzoo jo jaga de Aik chahat jo samjha de Her aahat jo jaan le Uss rishtay ka naam hai ***** DOSTI*****&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh inkar karte hain ikrar ke liye, Nafrat bhi karte hain to pyar ke liye, Ulti chaal chalte hain yeh ishq karne wale, Ankhein band karte hain didar ke liye.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh dua hai koi gila nahin, meri zindage hai woh gulaab jo kabhi khila nahin. main sochta hoon KHUDA karay tujhe woh sukh milay jo mujhe kabhi mila nahin.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muskura do zara khuda ke vaste, sama-e-mahefil mai roshni kam hai, tum hamare nahi to kya ghum hai, hum tumhare to haiN ye kya kam hai?&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jawani ke din chamkile ho gaye aur husn ke tewar nukile ho gaye hum izhaar karne me thode dhiile ho gaye aur unke haath peele ho gaye!!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsay roz milnay ko dil chahata ha khuch sunay sunanay ko dil chahata ha tha kisi ka mannay ka andaaz aisa keh phir se rooth janay ko dil chahata ha.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Khawabon Main Dekha, Na Nazaron Main Dekha, Hazaron Main Hum Nay Ek Tum Hi Ko Dekha, Ghum Denay Walay To Har Pal Hai Yahan, Har Pal Khushi Denay Walon Main, Ek Aap Ko Hi Dekha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere yaad mere dil mein hain to kya zaroorat hai tere tasveer ki............... .............TERE jaan mere under hain to kyu zaroorat ahin tumhebe jann khany keeeee.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere yaad mein hum itne badak gaye ke rona aata nahin ansso tapak jate hain&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehak dosti ki ishq say kam nahi hoti ishq pe zindagi khatam nahi hoti sat agar ho zindagi mein doston ka too zindagi jannat say kam nahin hoti&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohat royee Us ki yaad ko senay say laga ker Wali ban jatay agar Ziker-e-Khuda kartay....&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanhaimein faryad to kar saktay hain viranay abad to kar saktay hain hum ap se mil nahi saktay to kia hua per ap ko dil sa yad to kar saktay hain.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aapki muskan hamari kamjori hai... kuch keh na pana hamari majboori hai,,, aap kyun nai samajte in assuon ko.... kya khamoshi ko zuban dena jaruri hai????&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooper se gussa,dil mein piyar kerte ho ager mein galat hoon to khud hi socho kiyun mere sms ka intizaar kerte ho??&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khayal ko kisi aahat ki aas rehti hai nigah ko kisi surat ki pyas rehti hai tere bina kisi chez ki kami to nahi magar tere bina zindagi udas rehti hai&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil pareshaan juban khamosh aankhen aaj nam kyun hai jo kabhi hamara tha hi nahi use khone ka gam kyun hai.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maana ZINDAGI ek haseen khawab hai, Lekin her khawaab ko manzil nahi milti... Tootker zindagi ke raaste pe bikher jaate hain..."WOH RISHTE"... Jinhe zanjeer nahi milti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vo jo geet tum ne suna nahi mery umr bhar ka riaz tha. Mery chup ki thi vo daastan jisay tum hassy me urra gaye.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raat hogi to chand bhi dohai daiga, khuwab main tumhaigh woh chehra dikhai daiga,yeh mohabat hai soch kay kerna, anso bhi girayga to sunai daiga&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ager Mujh Ko Na Chaho To Koi Baat Nahi... Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaho Gay, To Mushkil Hogi Meray Ghum Mein Na karaaho, To koi baat Nahi.. Aur K Ghum Mein karaho gay To Mushkil Hogi&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soch ko badlo sitare badal jayenge Nazar ko badlo nazare badal jayenge Kashtiya badalne ki zarurat nahi Dishao ko badlo KINARE badal jayenge&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik zara si bhool khataa ban gayi, Meri wafai hi meri saza ban gayi, Dil liya aur khel kar tor diya, Hamari jaan gayi unki adaa ban gayi.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasna jindagi hai, has kar gum boolana Zindagi hai,jeet kar hanse to kya hanse,haar kar khushiyan manaana Zindagi hai.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUP REHTE HAI KYUKI KOI KHAFA NA HO JAYE....... HUMSE KOI RUSHWA NA HO JAYE...... BADI MUSHKIL SE KOI APNA BANA HAI,,,, MILNE SE PEHLE HI KAHIN JUDA NA HO JAYE&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalam uthai hai lafz nahi milta , Jisko dhoond rahay hain who shaks nahi milta, Phirtay hain who zamanay ki talash mein ,Bas hamaray liye unhe waqt nahi milta!!!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qayamat tak tujahy yaad karenge, Teri her baat per aitbaar karenge, Tujhe sms karne ko to nahi kahain gay, Par phir bhi teray sms ka intzaar karenge.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humse door jao ge kaise, Dil se hume bhulaoge kaise, Hum to vo khushbo hain jo aap ki sanso mein baste hain, Khud ki sanso ko rook pao gay kaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo samne aye to nazro ko jhuka longa DekhoNga nahi phir bhi tasweer bana longa Aana ho to aa jao ruswayee nahi ho gi Dekhe ga nahi koi, palkon main chupa longa.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chup rehne se baat nahi banti, Dil ki baat dil main dabane se baat nahi banti, Maana ke pyar ka Izhar karna Mushkil hai aamir.... magar dil ke armaan chupane se baat nahi banti.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab Tu Gham Sehnay Ki Adat Ho Gai Hai. Aik Aur Ghum Seh Loo Gha Tu Kya Ho Ga. Ab Tu Bin Tere Jeenay Ki Adat Daal Loon Ga. Aik Teri Judaai Seh Loon Ga Tu Kya Ho Ga..&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAB KUCH BADALTAY DEKHA HAY AASMAN KO DHALTAY DEKHA HAY TUM SOORAJ KI BAAT KERTAY HO HUM NAY CHAND JALTAY DEKHA HAY.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek tabassum hai laboon per raqsaan yunhi koshish hai ghum chupaney ki Mairey ahbaab yeh samajhtey hain Mujh ko aadat hai Muskuraney ki&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankho me aansuo ko ubhar ne na diya, Mitti ke motiyo ko bikhar ne na diya, Jis raah pe pade the tere kadamo ke nishan, Us raah se kisi ko gujar ne na diya.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamanna to thi ke koi toot ker chahta hamien Magar Khud hi toot ke bikhar gaye kisi ki chahat mein.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN ITNA QAREEB AANAA CHAHTA HOON TERE ROOH MAIN SAMAANA CHAHTA HOON TAMAAM FASLAY HON JAHAN KHATEM US SAY AAGAY JANA CHAHTA HOON&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khayalo ko kisi aahat ki aas rehti hai, nighao ko kisi surat ki pyas hoti hai, tere bin kisi cheez ki kami to nahi, magar tere SMS bin tabiyat udas rahati hai...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chand adhura hai sitaro ke bina, gulshan adhura hai bahaaro ke bina, samundar adhura hau kinaro ke bina, jeena adhura hai tum jaise yaaro ke bina!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahaan Logo ,K, indaaz Badaltay Rehtay Hain,,, Yahaan Din Kya Raat Badaltay Rehtay Hain,,, in Husan Waloo Ka Kya Aitbaar Karain,,,,,, Jo Dolat Ke Khatir Yaar Badaltay Rehtay Hain&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA CHAHO ITNA HAMAIN CHAHATOON SE DAR LAGTA HAI, NA AAOO ITNA QAREEB K JUDAI SE DAAR LAGTA HAI. SUNA HAI MUHABAIT QURBANI MAGTI HAI, QURBANI DENE SE DAR LAGTA HAI.&lt;br /&gt;TUMHARI WAFAOON PER YAQEEN HAI,&lt;br /&gt;MAGAR APNI ZAAT SE DAAR LAGTA HAI.&lt;br /&gt;SOOCH NA THA KISI KO ITNA CHAHENY GE,&lt;br /&gt;AB TU APNI SOOCHOON SE BHI DAAR LAGTA HAI.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANI MAIN VISKEE MILAOO TU NASHA CHARTA HAI. PANI MAIN RUM MILAOO TU NASHA CHARTA HAI. PANI MAIN BRANDY MILAOO TU NASHA CHARTA HAI. KUCH TU HAI SAALA PANI MAIN HE GURBAR HAI.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi roke muskuraye, kabhi muskurake roye&lt;br /&gt;Teri yaad jab bhi aayee, tujhe bhula bulake roye&lt;br /&gt;Ek tera hi naam tha jise hazaar baartha likha&lt;br /&gt;Jise khush hue the likhkar use mita mitake roye...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhara jutha pyar ko hamari zindagi samja,&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe apna dil deke tumhara dard liya,&lt;br /&gt;Tumhare khel ko me samaj na saka,&lt;br /&gt;Tumko bewafa kehne ka kabil na raha...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhat stupid ho tum I'm sure 100%&lt;br /&gt;Buhat badtameez ho tum I'm sure 100%&lt;br /&gt;Buhat gadhay ho tum I'm sure 100%&lt;br /&gt;But jo be hay meray ho tum I'm sure 100%&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khush Naseeb hein aap k hum aap ki dosti ko itni shiddat se chatay hein&lt;br /&gt;Warna hum to woh sakhsiyat hein jo khwaab mein bhi appointment le kar aate hein&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosti naam hai sukh dukh ki kahai ka,&lt;br /&gt;Dosti raaz hai sada muskuranay ka,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh koi pal 2do pal ki pehchaan nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Dosti to farz hai umer bhar saath nibhanay ka.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar se pyaari koi majburi nahi hoti,&lt;br /&gt;Kami apno ki kabhi puri nahi hoti,&lt;br /&gt;Diloon ka juda hona ek alag baat hai,&lt;br /&gt;Laikin nazron se door hona koi doori nahi hoti.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum tumhay paa kar khona nahi chatay,&lt;br /&gt;Judai mein aap ki rona nahi chatay,&lt;br /&gt;Aap humaray he rehna humesha pyaar bankar,&lt;br /&gt;Hum bhi kisi or ka hona nahi chatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi nahin humein doston se pyaari,&lt;br /&gt;Doston pe haazir hai jaan hamari,&lt;br /&gt;Aankhon mein hamari aansoo hain to kya,&lt;br /&gt;Jaan se bhi pyaari hai muskaan tumhaari&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARD KO DARD SAY MAT DEKHO DARD BHi AIK DARD HOTA HAi......DARD KO ZARORAT HOOTI HAi DOST KI,  KyON KAY DOST HEE DARD MAIN HAMDARD HOTA HAi.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLTI hai Dosti...Chup rehta hai Piyar...Hansati hai dosti...Rulata hai Piyar...Milati hai Dosti...Juda kerta hai Piyar...Phir b choor ke dosti...log kartey hain kiyon piyaar?????&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zindgi main app ki ehmiyat bata nahi saktey...DIL main app ki jaga dekha nahi saktey...kuch Rashtey ANMOL hotey hain...yeh hum app ko SAMJHA nahi saktey....&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* PHOOL *&lt;br /&gt;Khushbu k liyee&lt;br /&gt;* PYAAR *&lt;br /&gt;Nibhaney k liyee&lt;br /&gt;* ANKHEN *&lt;br /&gt;Dil Churaney k liyee&lt;br /&gt;or yeh message&lt;br /&gt;Ap ko meri YAAD dilaney k liye.&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana kay tayri deed kay kabil nahi hum !&lt;br /&gt;Per mayra shock dekh or mayra intizar dekh !&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj socha kay jawab kiya bhayjon!&lt;br /&gt;Aap jaysay dost ko khitab kiya bhayjon!&lt;br /&gt;Koi doosra phool ho to mujhay maloom nahi!&lt;br /&gt;Jo khud ghullab ho osay gullab kya bhayjo!&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil do kisi ek ko,wo bhi kisi nek ko&lt;br /&gt;lekin jabtak koi nek na mile....&lt;br /&gt;propose karte rahe har ek ko..&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Kisi Se Pyar Maat Karna&lt;br /&gt;Ho Jaye Toh Inkaar Maat Karna&lt;br /&gt;Nibha Sako Toh Chalna Us Ki Raaha Par&lt;br /&gt;Warna Kabhi Kisi Ki Zindagi Barbaad Maat Karna...&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Koi Kisi Se door Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Na Koi Kisi Ke Kareeb Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Pyaar Khud Chal Kar Aata Hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab Koi Kisi Ke Naseeb Main Hota Hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-4631631672666806293?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Someone told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Santa that you had been good all year .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;. He died laughing. Merry xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas is church bells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;chiming joyfully across the wintry sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; telling of the miracle that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; came from God on high . Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chritmas ka yeh pyara tyohaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; jeevan mein laye khushiyan apaar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; santa clause aaye aapke dwar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;subhkamna hamari kare sweekar. Merry Charistmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;" X'mås '' + ,*, + * * ,:';*$ ,:;$_;%:, ,_;:#*;:;$:&amp;amp;_,_, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ThiS CHRISTMAS TREE is JusT FoR u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.It BrinGs WitH it HopE,JoY,Love&amp;amp;PeacE,Merry Xmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Itz tHE mönth of cÄkEs N cÄndlEs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.. snöw N songs.. cÉlEbrations N dEcorÄtions.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LaughtEr N LövE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Itz DEcEmbEr! Wishing u a LövEly n fun-filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;,:'*':, ,:;¤*¤;:, ,:;;¤*¤;;:, &gt; &lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I SÉT ÜP ThiS CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;TREE JusT FöR YöÜ. It BrinGs WitH it, Höpe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lets welcome the year which is fresh and new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;,Lets cherish each moment it beholds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lets celebrate this blissful New year. Merry X-mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;your as big boned as father christmas claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;, your as stupid as a donkey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; your as shit in bed as a camal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; but your still the right person for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;May the good times and treasures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;of the present become the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; golden memories of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; Wish you lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; joy and happiness. MARRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lets welcome the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; which is fresh and new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lets cherish each moment it beholds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; Lets celebrate this blissful New year. Merry X-mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;New is the year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;new are the hopes and the aspirations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; new is the resolution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; new are the spirits and forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my warm wishes are for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have a promising and fulfilling new year.HAPPY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if one night you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; and a big fat male is trying to put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you in a sack please don't be afraid because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; i told santa all i want for christmas is you.HAPPY CHRISTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;JöY, Löve &amp;amp; PéacE.Merry Christmas 2 u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-5295053207874490441?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="228" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SNIb_JnNgQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5EZI7qu-t3c/s320/3051083838greater_nepal228.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;जीवनमा enters हुन्छ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;मुटुमा save हुन्छ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;सबै दु:खहरु formats गर्छ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;मनबाट कहिले पनि delete हुदैन्&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;नयाँ नयाँ खानाका परिकारहरु टेस्टगर्दै &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;हिड्नेहरुका लागी एउटा नौलो प्रकारको रेष्टुरेन्ट खुलेको छ ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt; सधैं एक प्रकारको लन्च डिनर के मज्जा हुन्छ । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;त्यही जाबो खसिको सेकुवा,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt; त्यही जाबो चिकन बिर्यानी, त्यही जाबो मटन पिज्जा,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt; त्यही जाबो बफ म म पोर्क पिज्जा, ढिंडो र गुन्द्रुक, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;देखी पिज्जा र रोष्ट ।&lt;br /&gt;एक पटक हाम्रो यमराज रेष्टुरेन्टको&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt; मिनु हेर्नोस्स् कहिल्लै फर्किएर आउनु हुन्न ।उल्लुको छोएलाः५०&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt; रुपैया प्रति प्लेटभेज पकौडा ९गोरुको &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;तेलमा फ्राई गरिएको० प्लेटको १०० रुपैयांस्यालको फोक्सो फ्राई,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt; तितेकरेलाको झोलसाग ।।।।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;।सेटको असी। गाड्यौलाको अचारः भ्यागुताको चेपागाँडाँ भुटेकोः&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt; थालको २५ रुपैयागधाको पुच्छर फ्राईका साथमा बड्क्यौ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;ालाद्धारा निर्मित स्पेशल वाइनः घ्याम्पाको १५ तिन प्लेट झिंगा भुटनको साथमा चिराइतोको रस एक एक बोतल सित्थैमा १&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;एकपटक आफु खानोस् र अरुलाई पनि खुवाउनोस् ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;परेको हामी ब्यहोर्छौ, पैसा तपाईं तिर्नोस् ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-यमलोक रेस्टुरेन्ट एण्ड बार चिहानघारीसगै । - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;दूइजना कुखुराचोरहरु बाटोमा भेट बिचबाटोमा । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;पहिलोः तेरो झोलमा कति वटा कुखुरा छन् रुदोश्रोः छन् अलि अलि । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;पहिलोः भन् न भन् । दोश्रोः ल.........तैं गेस् गर । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;यदी मिलाईस् भने दूइवटै लैजा ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;पहिलोः त्यसो भए.............पाचबटा हुन पर्छ । &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-4844286707796982897?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Log Apni Dua K Liye, Humare Tutne Ki Fariyad Karenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is dil-e-hasti ko us se pyar hai buhut, magar wo shaks b fankar hai buhutna mile to milne ki justujoo bhi nahi karta, aur milta yun hai k jaisay hamara talabgar hai buhut.&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Bhej kar sms dil se yad kiya hai, phir na kehna k humne bhula diya haiab na koi bahana tumhara hoga, dekh kar msg hamara apka muskurana hoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun to apko her waqt yad kiya karte hain, man hi man main dekh liya karte hainkia hoa agar aap pass nahi hain, ham to dil hi dil main mulaqat kar liya karte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SMj12Dv7PvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8xP-CPZqyUc/s1600-h/berkeley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Bhool jaon tumhe na mumkin baat hai, na ho yakeen tumhe to ye aur baat haijab tak rahegi saans tab tak rakhonga yad, ye saans hi toot jaye to aur baat hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log kehte hain k lerkiyan zindagi hoti hain maut nahimagar wo kia janay k dhoka bhi zindagi deti hai maut nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her roz ham nashay me hotay hain aur sham guzar jati hai,kisi din sham nashay main hogi aur ham guzar jayengay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SMj3xjmghaI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fc7o-LsVOPM/s1600-h/header_poetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Her ek se achi baat karna FITRAT hai hamari, her ek khush rahay ye HASRAT hai hamarikoi hum ko yad karay na karay, her ek ko yad karna AADAT hai hamari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye dua hai tumhari zindagi sanwar jaye, her nazar me bas pyar nazar ayetumhe jiski talash hai, khuda karay wo khud tumhari talash main aaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisi na kisi pe kisi ko aetbaar ho jata hai, ajnabi koi shaks yar hojata haikhoobiyon se nahi hoti mohabbat sadaa, khamiyon se bhi aksar pyar hojta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil k bicharna dastoor hai zindagi ka, ek yehi qissa mashoor hai zindagi kabeetay hoye pal kabhi lot k nahi atay, yehi sabse bada qasoor hai zindagi ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthne ka haq aap rakhte hain, mananay ki chahat ham rakhte hainaapke honto pe muskurahat yun hi bani rahay, yehi dua rab se ham roz karte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamhe ye sunehray kal saath ho na ho, kal me aaj jaisi baat ho na hoyadon k hasin lamhe dil me rahengay, tamaam umar chahay mulaqat ho na ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhari yadon ki mehak in hawaon main hai, pyar hi pyar bikhra in fazaon main haiaisa na ho k duriyan dard ban jaye, abto apke msg ka intizar ankhon main hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool bankar muskurana zindagi hai, muskura kar gham bhool jana zindagi haimilkar log khush hotay hain to kia hoa, bina milay dosti nibhana bhi zindagi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaise keh dein k unse milne ki chahat nahi, beqarar dil ko ab bhi rahat nahibhula dete unhe bhi magar kia karain, kisi ko bhulanay ki is dil ko adat nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-8660661651568901766?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Meri tarah tera bhi naam ho jayega,log fekenge ande tamatar, To raat ki sabji ka intezaam ho jayega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;og Ishq Kartay hain baray Shor kay sath, Humne bhi kia bare zor kay sath,Lakin ab karain gay thoray ghor kay sath, Kyunke kal usay dekhakisi aur kay sath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dil ki baat dil main mat rakhna, Jo pasand ho usay I Love You kehnaAgar wo ghussay aaye to darna mat, Sir jhukana aur kehna Pyari behna milti rehna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ye baat samaj main aayi nahi aur ammi ne samjhayi nahiMe kaisay meethi baat karon jab meethi cheez khayi nahi,Ye chanda kaisa maamoon hai jab ammi ka wo bhai nahi,Kyon lambay baal hain bhaaloo k, kyon uski tind karayi nahi,Kia wo bhi ganda bacha hai, ya jungle me koi nayi nahi,Nani k husband jab nana hai aur dadi k husband dada hain... to kyon baji k husband baja nahi,Ye baat samaj main aayi nahi aur ammi ne samjhayi nahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar manzil ko pana hai to hosla saath rakhna, agar pyar ko pana hai to aitbar sath rakhnaAgar hamesha muskurana hai to..... Daant Saaf Rakhna! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kabhi hosla bhi aazma lena chahiyeh, Buray waqt main muskura lena chahiyehjab saat din main bhi khujli na mitay, to aathwen din naha lena chahiyeh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aaj kuch ghabraye se lagtay ho, kuch kapkapaye se lagtay honikar aayi hai surat apki... buhut dino baad nahaye se lagtay ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jab hota hai tera deedar dil dharakta hai bar barJab hota hai tera deedar dil dharakta hai bar bar...Aadat se majboor ho, tum janay kab maanglo udhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ek aap ho k sharmatay buhut ho, ek aap ho k itratay buhut hodil to chahta hai dinner pe le jayen apko, kambakht ek aap ho k khatay bhi buhut ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pyar na rahe to wafa kon karega, Dost na rahe to dosti kon karegaKhuda salamat rakhay tumhe warna, Bandar ki tarah uchal kood kon karega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mere dukhon ki dhanak me rang na bhar, mohabbat aur nafrat ki jang na karkhushi mere gham k sang na kar, in short PAPPU YAR TANG NA KAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-1181918616176556953?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MORTEIN JALAO MACHAR BHAGAO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Sitaron se agay jahan aur bhi hain, abhi mohabbat k imtihan aur bhi haintum hi nahi jalatay ho dil ko mere, college me lerkiyan aur bhi hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;If ever in your life you are very sad and lonely and feel that you have lost everything, I will come, hold your hand take you 4 walk on a bridge and show you where 2 just from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Today, tomorrow and yesterday there will be one heart that would always beat for you, you know whose??Your own stupid!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SMjyi2ZAaEI/AAAAAAAAABE/mrdLVPBUib8/s1600-h/1906FlirtG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244708446602815554" style="WIDTH: 658px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SMjyi2ZAaEI/AAAAAAAAABE/mrdLVPBUib8/s320/1906FlirtG.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Do you remember the day we travelled in a car? I put my dog out of the window, u put ur face out too, then people started shouting "TWINS TWINS" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Height of flirting: writing a love letter with the title as "To whom it may concern"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal ho "aaj" jaisa, phool ho "gulab" jaisamahal ho "taj" jaisa aur zindagi k har kadam pe dost ho to... oo hello, dost ho to "mujh" jaisa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Ap mujhe ek jagha se buhut achay lagtay hain, pata hai kahan se?...Door se :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Life without you is impossible. You are i my breath and blood and I can't stay 4 a second without you. If you are not there I am dead.... ooo hello, I am talking about OXYGEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;A - u r activeB - u r bestC - u r cuteD - u r dashingE - u r excellentF - u r always firstG - u r great.... sorry Z tak jhoot bolne ki himmat mujh main nahi hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I want to say a word to Uthat starts with Uand ends on Uand that defines U.... its ULLU ...&lt;br /&gt;Dil me aap.... Dharkan main aap... Aankhon main aapSaanso main aap... Jahan bhi dekho aap hi aapDettol wali aunty sach kehti hainJARASEEM har jagha hotay hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-807764576354114252?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we kiss and when we miss someone we love. Because the most beautiful things in life are not seen but felt by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest memory - UR msg! My biggest sadness - The distance! My biggest hope - i will see you soon! My strongest &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SM-fhU4ca2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NsqfyIpNyqM/s1600-h/9_love_kiss_softly_cute_kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246587485799869282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SM-fhU4ca2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NsqfyIpNyqM/s320/9_love_kiss_softly_cute_kids.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prayer - our relation continues 4ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, you dont see the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SMjwmx7lsOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ecxHjGs_Cn4/s1600-h/love3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sun, but its there. Hope we can be like that. We dont always see each other, but we will always be there for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To live this Life , i need heartbeat,,,To have a heartbeat, i need a Heart,,,To have a Heart, i need Happiness,,,To have a Happiness, i need you..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The smallest word is I, The sweetest word is LOVE And the dearest person in the world is U. Thats why I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in river there is a boat if you fall in well there is rope but if you fall in love there is no hope&lt;br /&gt;Never ask for a smile just give it. Never expect love from others just love them.Never say I can't live without you, just say I live for you.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to www.Love.com Enter Passwrod: *****Processing...Sorry, apki pyar karne ki umar guzar chuki hai plz try www.namazroza.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing and love ends when you stop caring. So dream hope and love...Makes Life Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Love -- dayz are"Sadday, moanday, tearsday,wasteday,thirstday,frightday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovelysms.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;shatterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;... so be in Luv everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Moon said to me, if ur friend is not messaging u why dont you leave ur friend.I looked at moon and said does ur sky ever leave u when u dont shine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you get this SMS, send it to 1 person u love, 1 u hate, 1 u always think of and 1 u wish to kill. 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Think up something appropriate and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jghS4RTIytQ/SMj5lcSTAeI/AAAAAAAAABg/08CHav76VrA/s1600-h/friendship_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Without humor, life sucks. Without courage, life is hard. Without love, life is hopeless. Without friends like you, life is impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead. Do not write them on their tombstones, speak them rather now instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A true friend will tell you when you have spinach stuck in your teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best friends are like diamonds... Precious and rareFalse friends are like leaves... Found everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friends are the most important ingredient in the recipe of life.&lt;br /&gt;Every friend is a new door to a different world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A true friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.&lt;br /&gt;Two people can't wish to be friends long if they can't manage to forgive each other's minor failings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life without you my best friend is like the sky without sun.&lt;br /&gt;A true friend cares for you if she says nasty things to your face instead of behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your successes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A best friend is somebody who knows every last thing about you, yet still manages to like you anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;True friends are those who are there for you unconditionally. Never do they question, but always offer support no matter what the circumstances are. Best Friends are the people worth living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To find a truly great friend, you have to keep one eye closed - to keep him, two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-7241584146483672042?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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LOSE ME :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If 10 people care for you, 1 of them is me. If 1 person cares for you, that would be me again. If no one cares for you that means I am not in this world, anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you are feeling dizzy, a lot sick, a bit quiet, a little bid sad, I know whats wrong... You are suffering from a lack of vitamin ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God knows the value of Heart, so he make LoveGod knows the value of Night, so he made DreamsGod knows the value of Friend, so he made You and gifted to Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are 100 angels in this world40 are sleeping, 30 are working 20 are playing, 9 are blessing and 1?1 is reading this SMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hearts could love only for a whilefeet could walk only for a whileclothes wouldn't forever be in style but having you as my friend is forever worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In world 6 things are God's gift;Brother's care, Sister's fight, Father's advice, Mother's love, Baby's smile and MY Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There was a blind girl, she hated every one except her boyfriend...She said,"I'll marry you when I could see. Eventually someone donated eyes,When she could see, She was shocked to see that her boyfriend was also blind...The boy asked," Will you marry me now?"She refused... The boy went away saying,"Just take care of my eyes."THIS IS TRUE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One who smokes has a smoky heartOne who drinks has an alcoholic heartSo dear you must stop eating sweets as you are already a sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A coin is easy to earn &amp;amp; good friend is hard to find. A coin depreciates but friendship appreciates. I lost the coin when I msg you but its ok bcoz I get friend like U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey listen... two people were asking me about U. I gave them your address and cell number. They will be visiting U soon. Their names are JOY &amp;amp; HAPPINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Search for truth you will find beautySearch for beauty you will find LoveSearch for love you will find friendshipSearch for friendship you will fine ME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224681558013029082-1431877005884477381?l=smsmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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