Na jine ki khushi na marne ka gam, gam hai to unse na milne ka gam, jeete hai is aas pe kbhi woh hamare kehlayenge marte nahi isliye ki woh akele reh jayenge.
Dil Ko Har Waqt Tasalli Dena Hota Hai. Dard Hota Hai Na Jane Kahaan Hota Hai. Aap Kyun Puchte Ho Is Dard Ki Haalat. Hum Kya Batayen Ki Ye Dard Kahaan Hota Hai.
Muskurake hum apna dard chipate hain Hum wade-e-wafayee taumr nibhate hain Par humpe aaj na hai kisi apne ko aetbaar Aaj humein sab begaana batate hain
Kabhi roke muskuraye, kabhi muskurake roye Teri yaad jab bhi aayee, tujhe bhula bulake roye Ek tera hi naam tha jise hazaar baartha likha Jise khush hue the likhkar use mita mitake roye…
