Ahsan Imran

Some friends are like a flower,
and when they finally bloom,
they wilt away in just one day,
and sometimes just by noon.


Some friends are like a cloudy day,
and when the sun's in sight,
it gets blocked by the grayest cloud
and day turns into night.


Some friends are like a maple tree,
and with the slightest breeze,
the colored leaves, they all come loose
and float away with ease.


Some friends are like a circle,
for they are always true,
I know I have a friend like that
and yes, that friend is you.

wah haath jo ponchhte thay aansun mere
mit jaate thay gham,jinki duwaon ke asar se
Dhudhte hain wo kaandhe,roti thi aankh jin par
Maa Baap ka saaya jab uth jaata hai sar se


Ungli pakad kar chalna,hazaar khwahisen karna
Gujarti thi unki zindagi , humare hi dagar se
Yaad aati hain wo baaten Dil rota hai AAH aksar
Maa Baap ka saaya jab uth jaata hai sar se


wO ruthna humara , wO aanso bahanaa
puri hoti thin khwahishe,humare is asar se
Baagh aate hain yaad ,chubhtay hain kaante aksar
Maa Baap ka saaya jab uth jaata hai sar se


Dil todna na unka ,na taklif kabhi dena
Nikaalna hai tumhen hi unhen Ashkon ke shahar se
Yatimon ko dekho unhen ja kar samjho,kya hota hai tab
Maa Baap ka saaya jab uth jaata hai sar se


Wo dhundhli si aankhen,Wo maasum sa chehra
Yatimon ko dekhoge , jab unke hi nazar se
Samajh jaaoge AAAH tum bhi ,kya hota hai tab
Maa Baap ka saaya jab uth jaata hai sar se


EHSAAS ki ek ilteza hai , ek baat meri maano
Apna aashiyana banana,Unke muhabbaton ke asar se
Bahut taklif hoti hai,,hota hai KAASh honoto per aksar
Maa Baap ka saaya jab uth jaata hai sar se

honton say jo mujhay chu lya hai is ka ehsaas ab tak ha

Ankhain naam hain or sansomein agg ab tak hai

pata hai kyu?

hari mirch khao gay to aisa hi ho ga

Ishq k charche bahut hain, husn ke parche bahut hain,hum ne bhi dekh liya ishq karke, par kambakht ishq mein kharche bahut hain

Tere bistar par makri lage.. Tere room mei machar phire.. Raat ko light chali jaye.. Puri raat garmi lage.. Tere sapne mein bhoot aaye.. Chal so jaa. Have a.. GOOD NIGHT

kya haseen mausam hai

kya khoobsurat nazara hai

bandar bhi sms par raha hai

bahi educated zamana hai

Bengali patient: Doc sahab, potla-potla totti aata hai, khane ko man nahin karta hai.
Doc: Yeh lo dawai, mota-mota totti aayega, jaise marzi kaat ke khana

SMS tou ik bahana hai
Irada tou kuch lamhe churana
Aap hamain yaad karain na karain
Magar hamari yadoon main aap ka aana jana hai

Teacher: Agar apna character sudharna hai to sab auraton ko MAA kaha karo.
Student: Madam is se mera character to theek rahega, par mere baap ka bigad jayega.

Jija: Sali ji, aapke yahan ki sabse mash-hoor cheez kaunsi hai?
Sali: Jija ji, jo mash-hoor thi, usey to aap le gaye!