I may have forgotten to say that I care. I may have failed to open up and share, but though no words have been spoken, my promise of friendship won''t be broken.
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.
Raat ko pocha mujse chand sitaro ne
tumko bhula diya tere jigri yaro ne.
Maine kaha k bhule nhi hai fariyaad to karte honge,
mera sms pad k yaad to karte honge.
