I can’t find a reason why God gave U to me,
but that is not the question to b asked;
May b the question is how did God knew that
I needed a friend like U.
Kabhi ansu kabhi khushi bechi,
hum garibon ne bebasi bechi,
chand sanse hain kharidne ke liye,
roz marti hui zindgi bechi.
Stane lage mujhe jb mere hi saye,
preshan hoke maine roshni bechi.
Ek hum the jo khud hi bik gaye,
vrna logon ne dosti bechi
Sometimes Being A Friend Means Mastering The Art Of Timing. . .
There Is A Time For Silence. . .
A Time To Let Go. . .
And A Time To Prepare To Pick Up The Pieces When It''s All Over. . .
A Broken Star Asked Me To Choose A Million Dollars & A Nice Friend.
It Took Me A Second In Choosing Million Dollars. Why? Bcoz I Already Have You . . . . . ;->
