When emotions play their role the heart cries.When heart cries it does not make any sound & the person who listens to that unmade soundis called a Friend.
It starts wid a hi/hello. It increases as 'wats up dese days'. It grows 2 'oye btana nae hota.' It tends 2 mould as 'stupid tu apna dimaag mat chala, jaisa i m saying waisa kar' And den it ends NEVER. Dats frendshp.
FRIENDSHIP isn’t how U forGet but how U forGive, Not how U liSten but how U UnderStand, Not what U see but how U feel, and not how U Let Go but how U hold oN!!!
Feelings r many... but words are few, clouds r dark...but sky is blue, love is a paper... life is a glue, everything is false... but our friendship is true.....
SWEET FRIEND!!!!Sun can 4get its warmth…Moon can 4get its light…Flower can 4get its fragrance …Love can 4get its emotion BUT i can never 4get a friend juz like u
I kept your name in my Journal and posted u in the Ledger of my Heart, U will b classified an asset bcos ur market value as a Friend never depreciates...
