A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Sunday 1 May 2016
Friday 29 April 2016
masti ki pathsala mein beethe the 10 saal pure,
khel khele anokhe,
sikhe naye naye salikhe,
kabhi ruthe kabhi manaye,
kabhi chooti chooti baato per gubbaro se muh fulaye
par kuch to khas tha un lamho mein,
jo abtak yaad bani hai,
chhoti se group mein meri ab bhi jaan basi hai,
lo dour aagya konsa jo, dur sab mujhse ho gaye,
ik din na bittha unse mile bina,
lo bin mile pure char saal beet gaye,
ik-ik baate yaar krke,
kabhi kabhi muskra jaata hu,
ab bada ho gaya hu na, jab rota hu to chup jaata hu,
ik arse ke baad mile thi, ham jindagi mein mele mein
jab sabhi masgur the, rooti or jindagi ke jhamelo mein
samay ki raftaar itni teez thi, ham dono ki kuch na bole,
jab ghar pahuche done hi aapne, raaz bachpan ke khub khole
sala wo yaar mera mila tha, masti ki baat to dekho kitna bolta tha us jamane mein
sala aise nikal gaya jaise muh uska sila tha,
itne salo mein na phone na email, na fb par dikha tha
or sala jab us party mein dikha tab
to 2 baat na ho saki,
by mks
Wednesday 27 April 2016
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Saturday 23 April 2016
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