Jo chiz mang kar mile wo mannat hai,
Chaha kar mile wo chahat hai,
Pass ho to amanat hai,
Dil se mile wo rahemat hai,
Par tumare jaisa dost mile wo kismat hai.
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
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.
What is real but invisible? Ur love… What is true but unfair? Ur away from me… What is sweet but invincible? Ur smile… What is precious but priceless? Ur friendship…