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We make so many FRIENDS,

Some become Dearest,

Some become Special,

Fell in LOVE with someone,

Some go abroad,

Some change their cities,

Some left US,

We left Some,

Some are in contact,

Some are not in contact,

Some don’t contact because of their EGO,

We don’t contact some because of OUR EGO,

Whatever they were,

We still REMEMBER,

LOVE, MISS, CARE for THEM,

Because of the part they played to make MEMORIES.

Its friendship.. …..

When a person calls u by a stupid name and never by ur own name…..

When they always get angry, whenever u tell them that u r busy and cant reply…

When they tell u everything about themselves even if its embarassing. ..

When they come to c u, whenever they get a chance….

When u argue with each other on stupid things and then end up laughing…

Friends…… …

They love you,

but they are not your lover

They care for you,

but they are not from your family

They are ready to share your pain,

but they are not in your blood relation.

They are……..FRIENDS! !!!!

True friend …… .

Scolds like a DAD..

Cares like a MOM..

Teases like a SISTER…

Irritates like a BROTHER..

And finally loves U more than a LOVER.

Some might think, perhaps, that I’m not pleased
At how you’ve trivialized my name and day.
In fact, I think romantic love’s one way
New recruits for paradise are seized.
True, the object is the kind that’s squeezed.
Very well! We’re flesh, and though we may
Awaken first to lust, at last love’s play
Leads us to redemption by degrees.
Each soul must find its way from love to Love,
Needing love, beside itself with need,
Though through pride, reluctant to give in.
In cards and flowers, chocolate hearts, and such,
None but must recite love’s gentle creed,
Each proclaiming tenderness within.

How simple to be happy here in heaven!
After all, one doesn’t want for much.
Passion finds its willing partner, ever
Pleased to please with a deft and tender touch.
Yearning is like walking through a valley
Veiled in the loveliness of flowers.
All the beauty of the earth can only
Lead us to the edge of what is ours.
Etched into our love there is a message,
Not of now but of all time and place,
Telling of a truth beyond the passage
In which we move from mystery to grace.
Nor are there signs that such content can be
Except my love for you, and yours for me.

Love comes unexpectedly,
An arrow to the heart,
But stays only reluctantly
Through patience, will, and art.

The full-length version of the story
Has both joy and pain,
Boredom, lust, betrayal, glory,
Anger, comfort, shame.

It ends in grief, inevitably,
Through death or separation,
The harshness of the agony
As strong as the relation.

So why, then, love? And why persist
In love long after passion
Has gone its way? And why resist
An urge one need not ration?

The answer is in something more
Than fantasy and pleasure –
A passion passion never saw,
A hunger beyond measure;

A longing for the One in one
One longs for all one’s life,
And is, and has, and will become
In time as man and wife.

Hope is not a harbinger of peace
As countless holocausts have made quite clear.
Perhaps the unsolved problem is that fear
Prevents the heart from seeking its release.
Years pass; we come no closer to the good,
Nor do we better understand why we
Each year have hope to live in harmony
While watering our fields with tears and blood.
Yet hope remains, and love, that hope revives.
Each knows well that hatred is insane,
And hates and fears and loves and hates again,
Resolving ever to keep hope alive.

How beautiful the turning of the year!
A moment artificial yet profound:
Point upon an arbitrary chart
Passing like a breath upon the heart,
Yearning with anticipation wound,
New hope new harbored in old-fashioned cheer.
Even when the boundary line is clear,
We recognize the oneness of the ground.
Years, like circles, do not end or start
Except we lay across their truth our art,
Adjusting dates as they go round and round
Revolving to a tune long sung and dear.

मत इंतज़ार कराओ हमे इतना
कि वक़्त के फैसले पर अफ़सोस हो जाये
क्या पता कल तुम लौटकर आओ
और हम खामोश हो जाएँ

दूरियों से फर्क पड़ता नहीं
बात तो दिलों कि नज़दीकियों से होती है
दोस्ती तो कुछ आप जैसो से है
वरना मुलाकात तो जाने कितनों से होती है

दिल से खेलना हमे आता नहीं
इसलिये इश्क की बाजी हम हार गए
शायद मेरी जिन्दगी से बहुत प्यार था उन्हें
इसलिये मुझे जिंदा ही मार गए

मना लूँगा आपको रुठकर तो देखो,
जोड़ लूँगा आपको टूटकर तो देखो।
नादाँ हूँ पर इतना भी नहीं ,
थाम लूँगा आपको छूट कर तो देखो।

लोग मोहब्बत को खुदा का नाम देते है,
कोई करता है तो इल्जाम देते है।
कहते है पत्थर दिल रोया नही करते,
और पत्थर के रोने को झरने का नाम देते है।

भीगी आँखों से मुस्कराने में मज़ा और है,
हसते हँसते पलके भीगने में मज़ा और है,
बात कहके तो कोई भी समझलेता है,
पर खामोशी कोई समझे तो मज़ा और है…!

मुस्कराना ही ख़ुशी नहीं होती,
उम्र बिताना ही ज़िन्दगी नहीं होती,
दोस्त को रोज याद करना पड़ता है,
क्योकि दोस्त कहना ही दोस्ती नहीं होती

किसी ने पूछा दोस्त क्या है ?
मैने काँटो पैर चल कर बता दिया

कितना प्यार करोगे दोस्त को?
मैने पूरा आसमान दिखा दिया

कैसे रखोगे दोस्त को?
मैने हल्के से फूलों को सेहला दिया

किसी की नज़र लग गयी तो ?
मैने पल्को में उस को चुपा लिया

जान से भी प्यारा दोस्त किसे केहते हो ?
मैने आपका नाम बता दिया

Love finds little latitude
Once it leaves the sea
And sails between the rocky heads
That guard its proper berth.

Precise in pitch and attitude,
It must turn perfectly
To miss the sharp-edged coral beds
Garlanding its girth.

The wind still blows, the waves still roll
Out where the water’s deep,
But here within, a tidal peace
Reverses with the moon.

Here is the elusive goal,
Too permanent to keep,
That sits in small print on the lease
Of those who dock at noon.

Comfort on difficult days,
Smiles when sadness intrudes,
Rainbows to follow the clouds,
Laughter to feel your lips,
Sunsets to warm your heart,
Gentle hugs when spirits sag,
Friendships to brighten your being,
Beauty for your eyes to see,
Confidence for when you doubt,
Faith so that you can believe,
Courage to know yourself,
Patience to accept the truth,
And love to complete your life.