sleepy heAd :)

falling in luv with a broekn heart is always pretty stupid, but wat do u do wen u get ur own sleepy head who luks so damn nice and acts even cuter??? sighs :)

just zeeshan...

dreams, faith, frndshp. could i ask for more?

zeeshan khan has MPD... dats "multiple persnality disorder". he can act like a jerk when he "feels" like it, or he can be a little kid with his favourite toys. or he is a pyschiatrist whose only mission in life is to save his friends. everything he is, he is always a dost... jaisay pakka dost :)

woh sub se itna pyar kyun kerta hay? usko kia milta hoga mujh se galiyaan sun ker? woh pareeshan kyun hota hay jub mein ajeeb ajeeb batain kerti hun? woh mujhay manata kyun hay jub mein naraaz ho jati hun?? aur us ne woh post meray kehnay per aik dum se delete kyun ki?... questions and more questions... never answered... but hota hay na keh kabhi u dont want answers to be said aloud cuz u just noe? zeeshan aisa he hay.

he hates being a marketing person. us se jhoot nahi bola jata... woh ghalti se insaan ban gaya shayad... jis shaksh ki zindagi mein pyar itni importance rakhta ho, ho he nahi sakta keh woh mujhay kaheen bhi girnay day. itna yakeen hay mujhay us per...

woh Muhammad Zeeshan Khan hay... woh mera Dost hay...

the kirAn...

those eye bags everybody seems to think comes from a lack of sleep only... include buckets of tears and peals of laughter when you think about us :) annoyingly close to me, kiran is a living proof of my faith in luv. she holds on to something... everything... for all eternity, never lets go, never gets tired... a belief so strong that lyf harshens it to a struggle... and she holds on... she holds on when people try to snatch it away, she holds on when things roughen up and she hold on just like a child does to his mommy... and she just cries softly... you can hear her on the phone and u can hear it in her voice... and the next second she is kiran naseer again, as soon as i try to bring my life in...
she's just like that... one second a care free bitch and the other, a romantic to heart with no hopes left.... but she is kiran naseer, and dats wat makes her so special :)
what do i owe to her?? nuthing except my dosti...

:)

From an anonymous cry in the cradle to the final burial in a nameless cemetery with no tombstone, what more could life do to him? They say it isn’t as hard for the dead as it is for the living left behind… people who can only cry unshed tears and scream pitiful anguished whispers, people who can only see what used to be there and hear what was played once… people who go on living just for the mere purpose of passing time, of completing their breath counts. Even those who struggle to “live” again and be a part of “the living lot”, ultimately fall prey to the dark shadows in alleys and the hounds lurking somewhere near. To those who preach fairness, every breath becomes a slap of injustice and to them despoilers of innocence, well, I guess, life just steps on them in its own measured stride. Time conceals, never heals…

and "U", zeeshan, hav always healed me... thanx man!