ajj jab humne bandh ki apni annkhain
tou app sab say zyada khush nazar aye
agar yehi tarekia hai app ko khush dekhne ka
tou dua hai yeh ankhain hamesha k liye band ho jaye
Tumse hi Dosti
Tumhara hi Intezar Tumhare bina Dil rehta hai
Bekarar
tumhari yeh Saadgi, Tumhara yeh Pyar
Jeevan bhar na bhool payenge is
Dosti ko
Yaar...
Ek dost aisa chahiye jo
Hume apna maan sakay
Hamray har dukh ko jaan sakay
Chal rhay hoon hum tez barish mein phir bhi pani
Mein ansso ko pehchan sakay
Jab Waqt ne Zindagi se Hisaab maanga,
To humne socha kya Khoya or kya Paaya,
Khone ka to Hisaab na mila,
Yaad raha to bas itna ke Dost ap jaisa bhi payaa
Among the most disheartening and dangerous of . . . advisors, you will often find those closest to you, your dearest friends, members of your own family, perhaps, loving, anxious, and knowing nothing whatever . . .
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.
