My friendship is nothing but a round,
Wandering why?
Because it has no end
:)

Kuch rishtay anjanay mein hi ho jatay hain,
Pehle dil phir zindagi say jur jatay hain,
Kehtay hain us daur ko pyaar,
Jisme log zindagi say bhi pyare ho jatay hain

1 din
Rasool (S.A.W) ny Shaitan ko kmzori ki halat mai dekha or wja pochi,
Usny kaha Ae RASOOL E KHUDA Ap (s.a.w) ki umat sy sakht ranj uthata hon,

Ap (S.A.W) ki umat ki 6 khaslaten mujse brdasht nhi,

1-jb milen tu Salam krte hain

2-musafah krte hain

3-jb koi kam krna chahty hain tu INSHALLAH kehte hain

4-Astaghfar krte hain

5- Ap (S.A.W) ka nam sunty hi Salawat behjte hain

6- hr kam ki ibtida BISMILLAH se krte hain

If CARE is a WAVE,
i give u SEA.
If RESPECT is a LEAF,
i give u TREE.
If TRUST is a PLANET,
i give u GALAXY,
if FRIENDSHIP is LIFE,
i give u MINE 4 FREE..
keep smiling.

So many straws, in 1 milk shake glass
So many fight, for thori si pepsi
So many hands, in 1 chips pack
So many friends, on 1 bench
So much laughter, on 1 stupid joke
So many phone calls, on birthday night
So many hugs, for 1 little worry
So many tears, for 1 little fight

'Friends', are the best part of our small life..
So don't lose and forget them at any cost.

Love is what I see in, your smile every day.
Love is what I feel in, every touch you give.
Love is what I hear in, every word you say.
Love is what we share every day we live

Na waqt itna k sallybus pura kia jaye
Na tarkeeb koi k exam pass kia jaye

Na jane kon sa dard dia hy is parhai ne
Na roya jaye aur na soya jaye

Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.
~ Captian Corelli's Mandolin.