A Stone Dropped In
Water In A Moments
Its Gone
Bt
Dere''ll b 1000 Ripples
Circling On & On
2day Im Here
2morow Im Gone
Bt
Dere''ll b 1000
Memorie Echoing
On & On
Har roz 1 naya Banjata hai "DOST"
Humsa na mila hai na mile ga tumhe "DOST"
Azmaish shart hai to dekh lo azma kar,
Hum sa mil jae to mat kehna hamey "DOST
yun rooth jana acha nahe lagta,
yun tarpna acha nahe lagta,
mairey dil main jo baat ha,
mairi aankhoon sey chura lo,
mujay har baat btana acha nahe lagta...
A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.
