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Saturday, February 9, 2013

Ishq Wala Love





Being the Valentine week, how can we forget the topic “LOVE” . So thought of writing something for the occasion…for the time…for the moment…where love is showered all over the world with zest and zeal. Choosing the title of this post from a song of latest Karan Johar’s bollywood movie “Student Of  The Year” because it is just wow. This combination of words means a lot and it is apt for my topic “LOVE”.

Ye kya hua hai kya khabar yehi pata hai zyada hua
Ishq wala love ,
Agar ye usko bhi hua hai phir bhi mujhko zyada hua Ishq wala love’

Guys let me make it clear, please don’t infer any wrong thing about me since I am writing about LOVE :P. Nothing has happened to me and not suffering from any disease ‘Loveria’.This is  just my view about Love, the way we feel in love, the way we want in Love and what happens in love.



You know that there nobody who will back you up other than yourself. But really, that’s not true. It’s a fact, a human cannot survive without socializing. The lack of communication drives man insane. And whenever this ‘point’ in your life comes, you should know that you made it this much far only because of all the people you know and grew up with. In the smallest of ways, they have influenced you to become what you are now. Some people look for a perfect person to love. But, they don't realize that a person becomes perfect when we begin to love them.

Love is the feeling of care and affection we feel for other. 

Love is the feeling of loving a single special person in infinite & infinite ways.

Love  is to be someone special to make her smile with tears in your eyes.

Love is the feeling of missing one , each and every second of breathe. People say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but  I don't think it's possible for her to miss me as much as I miss her. 

Love is listening to music or looking at pictures of her, Not to remind ourself of her but to feel as if  she is with you.

Love is the deepest fear to make her understand how exceptional she is, because I can never stand by anyone who is even half as special she is.

Love is to make her realize that there is no one like her, and she is beautiful in her own way.

Love is to make her feel that your arms are warmest and more soothing than anyone.

Love is the hurt feeling which rips you apart when you fight with her.

Love is the pain when you don’t talk to to her. And BOOM! Pillow gets wet.       

It's sweet when someone remembers every little detail about you, not because you keep reminding them... But because they pay attention. Love is all about saying sorry even though you didn’t do anything. Its all about loving someone like anything , doesn’t matter how much you are hurted. Love is not to tell her that you are upset because you feel that you will annoy her.

‘ Surkh wala, sauz wala, Faiz wala love
Hota hai jo love se jyada waise wala love
Ishq wala love’


Enjoy your valentine week guys !!!!

8 comments:

  1. Love specialist,

    Good work..
    4 out of 5. :P

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    1. Thanks SS :P But u r more experienced in this LOVE :P

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  2. "Nothing has happened to me and not suffering from any disease Loveria"... as if you will say and I'll agree...

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  3. Where does LOVE come from....???? have you thought to ask this very basic question... the answer might surprise you...... you will not be an atheist any longer...... if in face atheism is real, which it is not...of course....

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    1. Love comes from within urself and not from the so called GOD...Atheism is not at all related to Love.

      I am not talking abt any superficial thing..Love you can feel , you can live in love but not in some supernatural GOD beliefs.

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