Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,
Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo de
Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,
Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan
True inner joy is self – created.
It does not depend on outer circumstances.
A ri
Dosti Wo Nahi Hoti Jo Jaan Deti Hai, Kaash kahin esa hota k, do dil hote seeny main, eik toot bhi jata ishq main to, takleef n Key 2 my HE@RT!!!!! Look into my eyes. Tell me what you see. It won't be happy. It won't be p Life and death; without one there cannot be the other. For some, it's short, but they liv Celebrate the spirit of life For it gives you so much you may never know
To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
As i feel d tear go down my cheek,
I notice that my heart is weak,
For the lov
