Free Dosti Shayari Examples

A true friend is not the one at your party, It is the one at your hospital, at three, hearty Enough to joke, quiet enough to stay, The one who does not need a reason, any day.

You never said I love you, that is not our style, You just kept my secret for a very long while. And when the whole world had a version of me, You had the real one, and kept it, quietly.

Friendship is one plate of momos and two forks, One pair of earphones, one bad joke that works Every single time, no matter the year, That is all it is, and that is why you are here.

You were the only one who called my bluff, Who said that is not fine, that is not enough. Everyone else clapped for my lie, You sat me down and asked me why.

True friends do not keep a score, they keep a seat, Empty at the table, warm, and neat. You can be gone a year, gone a life, The seat is yours, without a fight, without strife.

I have a hundred contacts and one friend, One name I would call at the end Of everything, the last call, the last light, You know who you are, sleep tight.

You lent me money and never asked it back, You lent me courage when I was off track. You lent me your shoulder, your bike, your time, And I have never once paid you, and you never called it a crime.

Not the one who laughs at all my jokes, The one who tells me when one of them chokes. Not the one who says you are always right, The one who says, you messed up, now fix it, tonight.

We learned to cycle on the same bent road, Fell in the same ditch, shared the same load Of scraped knees, of stolen mangoes, of lies Told to the same aunty, with the same wide eyes.

Your mother fed me more than my own some days, My father drove you home in a hundred ways. We did not have a plan, we had a lane, And in that lane we were kings, and it was plain.

Same school, same bench, same broken fan, Same teacher who said we would never be a man. Well, here we are, two men, or close, Still laughing at the fan, still doing the most.

You knew me before I knew myself, Before the job, the ego, the shelf Of things I collected to look like a person, You knew the kid, and the kid did not worsen.

There is a wall near the school where our names are still scratched, Crooked, spelt wrong, forever attached. I walked past it last week with my son, And told him, that is the friend, the only one.

We shared one tiffin, one cricket ball, one crush, One detention, one secret, one long hush When the principal walked past our row, Twenty years later, that is still the best show.

Everyone else met the adult me, You met the boy who cried at a bee. And you never once brought it up in a crowd, That is why you are still allowed.

Different city, different time, different sky, Same voice note at midnight, same why. We do not talk daily, we do not need, A friend is a bookmark, not a thing you read.

You are three hours ahead and I am behind, We meet in the middle, in the group chat, unsigned. A meme, a rant, a photo of your tea, That is how you say, I am still here, and you with me.

The flight is too expensive, the leave is too short, So we do the next best thing, a video, a court Of two tired faces at the end of a day, Saying nothing, and meaning everything, anyway.

I saved your last visit like a photo in my head, The chai, the fight, the things we said. It has to last me a year, maybe two, So I replay it slowly, the way I do.

I miss you in the ordinary, not the grand, In the auto, in the queue, in the food stand. Anyone can miss a friend at a wedding, a birth, I miss you on a Tuesday, that is your worth.

You moved away and the city got quieter, Not the traffic, the inside, the lighter Part of me that had somewhere to go, Now it just waits for your call, and the slow Ring, ring, and then your voice, and it is home.

We promised to meet every year, we have met twice, Life is expensive, and time has a price. But when we do, it is like no gap at all, Same two idiots, same chai, same wall.

Not blood, not name, just a friend, And somehow that is the one that does not end.

Good friends do not need daily calls, Just one open door, and no walls.

My best friend and I: two idiots, one plan, And zero chance it works, but we ran.

Money comes and goes, so does the crowd, A real friend stays, quiet or loud.

Friendship is not a status, it is a habit, You fall, they show up, no drama, they just grab it.

One chai, two friends, no agenda, The only meeting I never surrender.

Real friends know your silence better than your speech, And sit inside it, within reach.

My mother calls you beta, not by name, Sets your plate before mine, no shame. You are not my brother, you are more, The one she waits for at the door.

You were at the funeral before the relatives, At the hospital before the negatives Came back, at the wedding, at the fight, Family is who shows up at night.

There is a bed in my house that is yours, A toothbrush, a towel, a key for the doors. No one gave it to you, you just stayed, And the house rearranged itself, unafraid.

Blood makes relatives, chai makes friends, And the ones who stay through the bad ends Become the family you got to choose, The ones you would not trade, would not lose.

When Papa was in the ICU, you did the forms, You fought the billing desk, you weathered the storms. I never said thank you, I still cannot, Some debts are family, and they are not forgot.

You sleep on my floor and I sleep on yours, We have keys to each other's doors. Our mothers have each other's number saved, That is not friendship, that is a family made.

Dost wo nahi jo mehfil mein saath dikhe, Dost wo hai jo tanhai mein bhi saath rahe. Jo bheed mein hasta hai, wo sab hain, Jo raat ko phone uthaye, wo bas ek hai.

Bachpan ki dosti, cycle ki race, Ek hi tiffin, ek hi case. Aaj sab badal gaya, shehar bhi, kaam bhi, Par tu wahi hai, main bhi wahi, ye dosti wahi.

Yaar tu door hai, par dil ke paas hai, Ek voice note mein pura ehsaas hai. Milna nahi hota, par baat ho jaati hai, Dosti wahi hai, bas duri badal jaati hai.

Paise udhaar diye, kabhi wapas nahi maange, Raat ko call kiya, kabhi phone nahi kaate. Aisa dost mila hai, kismat se, Baaki sab hain bas contact list ke naame.

Maa use beta bulati hai, mujhse pehle khana deti hai, Wo mera dost hai, par ghar use apna kehta hai. Khoon ka rishta nahi, par rishta khoon se gehra, Yahi hai dosti, yahi hai apna basera.

Ek chai, do dost, aur teen ghante, Na koi kaam, na koi baat, bas bahaane. Subah ko poocho kya baat hui, Kuch nahi, par raat bahut khaas hui.

Dost galti pe daantta hai, dushman taali bajata hai, Farq itna hai, aur yahi pehchaan bata jaata hai. Jo sach kahe wahi apna hai, Baaki toh bas mehfil ka sapna hai.