tarapthe woh hain jinn ko koi ehsaas ho, door kar ke dua karthe hain, kaash woh mere paas ho, yeh judaai ke pal khud rothe hai tumari yaad main... faryaad karthe hain...dard ka bi koi insaaf ho
Ehsaan kiya usne mujhe pyar sikha kar..hoti hai chahat kya ye mujhe samjha kar..Qurbani hai pyar ka asli matlab..chhod diya sath mera bas itna bata kar.
Socha yaad na karke thoda tadpaye unko,kisi ur ka naam lekar jalaye unko,par koi chot unko lagi to dard hume hoga,ab koi ye bataye k kis tarah sataye unko..
Ye kabhi na socha tha tumse humari judaii hogi Tumse dil lagane ki saza tum mujhe aise dogi Hum to aapki wafa pe zinda the Ye na socha tha kabhi tum sab se badi bewafaa hogi
Kbi To Aaogi Meri Wafaon Se Shrminda Hokr Phir Hum Tumko Na Milain Ge Dobara Zinda Hokr Kya Mila Tumko Meri Duniya Chor Kr Khud Bi Tnha Rh Gye Muje Tnha Chor Kr
Ek tuti hui zanjir ki fariyad hai hum,aur dunia ye samajhti hai ki azad hai hum.is ashiqi ne kya diya hai humko,kal bhi barbad the,aaj bhi barbad hai hum
