04/30/2007 04:42:37

Nice poem Ahmed..

04/25/2007 12:49:51

Diyar-e- Ghair Main kaise sada dete
ay dost tu Mil Bhi Jata Tujhe Gawa Dete
ik Bar Tu Apne dil ki Bat Keh dete Mujhe
Teri Kasam Duwa Ham Aisi Karte K asmaa Hi Hila Dete …..

04/21/2007 17:53:00

Yeah , Thanx for caring me Cheeky.

04/21/2007 16:41:58

I thought you was sad, therefore i wrote it here..
Did you like the story?

04/19/2007 05:22:15

Yes, I have read ur story ? But I dont understand .... Y u wrote me ? Anyway forget it.

04/18/2007 10:26:42

Read this my sweet friend:)

04/18/2007 10:26:07

A Sweet Story
Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles.
Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked, Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill and that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home.
They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years.
Finally the long-awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk. Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met.
"Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother's sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow.
So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, you saved my life!"

This is a true story. Every little hello, every little smile, every helping hand saves a hurting heart.

04/18/2007 10:24:14

How can you say this?... Watri, one should live for others, if you are happy then other who loves you are happy.. If you are sad, then who loves you will be very worried, and sad.. Just because of your little smile, you can make another one happy.. And life is very short, one should be happy and keep other happy.. what do you think?.. I will tell you a story..

04/17/2007 18:00:43

Yes, Ofcourse that is a sad poetry by my abset heart anyway ... Who can understand it? People just know that how to make a joke. They donīt care anybody.

04/17/2007 12:56:39

Watri you are in bad mood, hm.. that's not good.
... But it's a sad poem.. very sad, I think so..