Bichdte hue yad de jayenge. Khud sone se pehle tumko 1 khwab de jayenge, tumhe gila hai ke hum jawab nahi dete, sanso ke rukne se pehle har jawab de jayenge.
Roti hui aakho me intazaar hota hai, Na chahate huye bhi pyar hota hai, Kyu dekhte hai hum who sapne, jinke tutne par bhi unke sach hone ka intzaar aakhir taak hota hai
Fareb tha hasi me,Ashiqi samajh baithe,Mout ko hiapni jindagisamajh baithe,waqt ka mazak tha ya badnasibi hamari,unki dobato ko hum chahat samaj baithe.
Kitne Badal Gaye Hai Woh Halat Ki Tarah..Khamosh Baithe Hai Guzre Lamhat Ki Tarah..Hum Kya Un K Husn Ka Sadka Utar De..Hume Pyar Bhi Mila To Khairat Ki Tarah..
