Jate jate ye bhi suun lo
.
Aaj apni Muhabat ko naya morr diya us ne,
Mere liye baalon ko khula chorr diya us ne!
Pehle hansta tha main muh khol k,
Ab to Aage wala hi daant torrdiya us ne!
Us ne sargoshi ka kaha main betaab ho gaya,
Kaan paas kiya to marorr diya us ne!
Sardiyan aaeen to laya maaltay mehboob k liye,
Malta kha k chilka ankhon main nichor diya us ne!
Bewafai ki had b dikha di ik din us zalim ne,
Milne ghar gaya to pechay kutta chor diya usny..’
…

No no dirty song


waise aaj aisha nai ayi?

golu

To fast releve lagana

dard mitaye chutki me

aur ye to shayari thi gana nai

Ye vala song to hme bhi malum he

meri gaadi ka average acha hai kaam chal jata hai

To phir suno
Na koi fikr Lahaq hai,
Na kisi ki yaad hai baqi,
Magar ye akhri misra,
zra sa jhoot lgta hai…..!

utne mein mera pet bhar jata hai

Missing to ap v the kal os se

Ha such kha eshna ke to fidrat me he badlna
Kbhi Socha Hy
Hamare Rishty Ka naam Kia Hy
Muhabat,
Zarorat,
Khuwahish,
Janoon,
Ishq Ya
Wo Rishta Jo
Aamaan Ka Zmeen Sy Hy
Barish Ka Sehra Se Hy
Haqeeqat Ka Khuwabun Se Hy
Din Ka Raat Sy Hy
Ye Kbhi Ek Dosre se
Mil Nhi Paty
Lkn Ek Dosre K Baghair Adhore Bhi Hain
Shayad Aesa Hi Kuch Rishta
Mera Aur Tumhara Bhi Hy..!

2 gante se ye gana sun rha hun .
tum samajh sakte ho
.
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko satao
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko rulaao
Dil badal baneee
Aankhen bhene lagee
Aaheein aise uthe
Jaise aandhi chalee
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko satao
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko rulaao
aa bhi jaao (7)
ho hoho
Gum leja tere
Jo bhi tune diye
Ya phir mujhko batao
inko kaise sahee
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko satao
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko rulaao
aa bhi jaao (7)
oh ho ho
abb to is manzar se
mujhko chale jana hai
Jin raaahon.. pe mera yaar hai
Un raahon ko mujhe pana hai
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko satao
To phir aaoooo
Mujhko rulaao
aa bhi jaao

acha kia

tera pet bhar gaya na
matlab mera bhi bhar gaya

Mera naam bhul gaye kya ek din me?

mast too

Aaj apni Muhbt Ko naya Mor Diya us Ne,
Meray Liay Balon ko khula Chorr Diya Us Ne,
Yun le kr Apnay Hathon mein meray Chahray ko,
Chom kr Meray Labon ko phr Chor Diya us ne,
Shab bhar raha Main uski narm Bahnuo mein,
Pagal krnay k liay Mujhay pyar b Purzor diya us ne,
Mar jaon gi agr tm se main bichar gyi, Ye bat ki, aur esi bat pe phr Zor diya us ne.
Ab usko yad na Kroun to dil b dharkta nhi ,
Ek aisa Rishta dil se dil ka jorr Diya us ne..

Vo hm q bataye vrna aap shayri krna shuru kr doge
Pehla Gadha: Yaar mera maalik Laloo mujhe bahut maarta hai.
Doosra Gadha: To tu bhag kyo nahi jata?
Pehla Gadha: Bhag to jaaun par vahan futurebahut bright hai. Malik ki khubsurat beti jab sharat karti hai to vo usko kehta hai teri shadi kise gadhe se hi karunga. Bus isi umeed pe baitha hoon !!!!

tu khana kha mangoes nhi

Bhai apne wo gana suna

Hi nir

Gudnite Bhai