CF









wapis ajaoooooooooooooo

Fairl_Girl said:

ya sister

arre o bacho...yahan jo jeeta hae ussi ko compliments dejiye..abh to yeh baat bhi puraani ho gai

KING OF JB said:

na jee aiwei

tussi ko kia howa?...abh app ghumshudaa ban gae?

World explorer

Fairl_Girl said:

cf muharam main mehndi per maza kia hia

Fairl_Girl said:

London_Girl said:

Fairl_Girl said:

toba toba tobaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Hi Fairl Girl


kaisi ho?

fi9
how r u

i'm fine too sweetie

Fairl_Girl said:

cutefriend said:

London_Girl said:

Fairl_Girl said:

toba toba tobaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Hi Fairl Girl


kaisi ho?

mera haal chal kabhi na poochna

jal gaya brunol lagaye

inka kaam bhi to yehi hae

Fairl_Girl said:

London_Girl said:

cutefriend said:

London_Girl said:

wow!

sounds too exciting

u apni shadi per khoob bhangrye dalna

han mera wahan yehi kaam ho ga

Mg have already won the game!..thats alllllllllll

Mujrim said:

London_Girl said:

GAME DRAW????????????



WHATTTTTTTT?

na aap draw pe khush na harnay pe khush


chalo aap jeeti
ab to khush na

arre nahi bacha, mene kehna tha key..we have played so good..end mae aa ker DRAW ka name kiun de diya?...its not fair on MG

Mujrim said:

London_Girl said:

KING OF JB said:

Mujrim said:

LG jee sry jee


as MG says its a draw

Ya baat

kuch to kehdo
khamooshi ko toro apni

nahi kehnaa

Austria

Mahir

yellow

nina said:

If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me
And if somehow you knew that your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me
And call me baby
Now if I gave you me, this is how it's got to be
First of all I won't take you cheatin' on me
Tell me who can I trust if I can't trust in you
And I refuse to let you play me for a fool
You said that we could possibly spend eternity
See that's what you told me (that's what you said)
But if you want me
You have to be fulfilling all my dreams
(If you really want me babe

wow!

KING OF JB said:

sikhana mushkil hai aur seekhna bhi mushkil hai

app kelie kuch kaam bhi easy howa hae ajj tak?

Frankenstein said:

buy her a bullet,,

you're so spiteful

amirajon said:

~tasha~ said:

amirajon said:

LOVE its fairy tale and in our life no real love
real love dead in our days i mean cz i know many girls who having bad experience with Love. thats why i tell u that LOVE IS FAIRY TALE. i dont know your country but i never seen girls or boys who happy from love in our country

don't think so

SORRY TASHA BUT ITS MY OPINION I NEVER FALL IN LOVE BUT WHEN I SEE HOW THAT GIRLS OR BOYS SUFFER FROM UNSUCCESSFUL LOVE AND THANX ALLAH FOR THAT THAT NEVER FALLING IN LOVE. MAYBE I'M NOT RIGHT BUT I THINK SO!

don't worry, you are absolutely right in your own way!

~tasha~ said:

amirajon said:

LOVE its fairy tale and in our life no real love
real love dead in our days i mean cz i know many girls who having bad experience with Love. thats why i tell u that LOVE IS FAIRY TALE. i dont know your country but i never seen girls or boys who happy from love in our country

don't think so

PLEASE respect other's feelings too!

KING OF JB said:

mushwara main he dayta hoon

na dia karro

what has gone wrong with pakistani team?

Miracles

SICK of myself and all that keeps the light
Of the blue skies away from me and mine,
I climb this ledge, and by this wind-swept pine
Lingering, watch the coming of the night.
'T is ever a new wonder to my sight.
Men look to God for some mysterious sign,
For other stars than those that nightly shine,
For some unnatural symbol of His might:--
Wouldst see a miracle as grand as those
The prophets wrought of old in Palestine?
Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
In yonder West; the fair, frail palaces,
The fading alps and archipelagoes,
And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.

Memory

MY mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour--
'Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May--
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

Where's Madge then,

Where's Madge then,
Madge and her men?
buried with
Alice in her hair,
(but if you ask the rain
he'll not tell where.)

beauty makes terms
with time and his worms,
when loveliness
says sweetly Yes
to wind and cold;
and how much earth
is Madge worth?
Inquire of the flower that sways in the autumn
she will never guess.
but i know

my heart fell dead before.

All in green my love went riding

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrows sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.

Thy fingers make early flowers

Thy fingers make early flowers
of all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.

thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says;singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?

To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death,thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing).

when life is quite through with

when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow,that closes
a flight in the blue;

when love's had his tears out,
perhaps shall pass
a million years
(while a bee dozes
on the poppies, the dears;

when all's done and said,and
under the grass
lies her head
by oaks and roses
deliberated.)

The Eagle

                          1

It was one of those clear,sharp.mustless days
        That summer and man delight in.
Never had Heaven seemed quite so high,
Never had earth seemed quite so green,
Never had the world seemed quite so clean
Or sky so nigh.
        And I heard the Deity's voice in
             The sun's warm rays,
        And the white cloud's intricate maze,
And the blue sky's beautiful sheen.

                          2

I looked to the heavens and saw him there,--
        A black speck downward drifting,
Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed,
Nearer and nearer he slid through space,
In an unending aerial race,
       This sailor who hailed
       From the Clime of the Clouds.--Ever shifting,
             On billows of air
        And the blue sky seemed never so fair,
And the rest of the world kept pace.

                          3

On the white of his head the sun flashed bright;
        And he battled the wind with wide pinions,
Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud,
Clearer and clearer he came into view,--
Bigger and blacker against the blue.
        Then a dragon of cloud
        Gathering all its minions
             Rushed to the fight,
        And swallowed him up in a bite;
And the sky lay empty clear through.

                          4

Long I watched.   And at last afar
        Caught sight of a speck in the vastness;
Ever smaller,ever decreasing,
Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day;
        Finally ceasing.
        So into Heaven's vast fastness
            Vanished that bar
Of black,as a fluttering star
Goes out while still on its way.

                          5

So I lost him.   But I shall always see
             In my mind
The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free;
The vista's sky,and the white cloud trailing,
        Trailing behind,--
And below the young earth's summer-green arbors,
And on high the eagle,--sailing,sailing
        Into far skies and unknown harbors
e.e. cummings