Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. Thats what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Basher Key Roop Main Ek Dilruba Talasm Baney
Shafaq Main Dhoop Milayen Tu Us Ka Jism Baney
Woh Mojzaat Ki Had Tak Pohunch Gaya Hey Qateel
Hurf Koi Bhi Likhoon Usi Ka Ism Baney
Tumharay naam likhta hoon...!! Tumhare naam likhta hun, Muhabbat aur khusboo ke, Wafaon ke massarat ke, Dhadakte dil ke wo nagme, Jo insano ki dharti par, Har eek mausam me gaye hain !
Tumhare naam likhta hun, Akhuwat aur ulfat ke, Sadakat aur azmat ke, Wo phoolon jaise afsane, Jo iss duniyan me logon ne, Sune hain aur sunaye hain !
