Pyar kya he,ye na jaan saka aaj tak khuda b, iski gehrai me dubne wala na ubar saka kabhi b, ye sirf dard aur ruswai hi deta hai, bhul k b ishq na karna kabhi b
Gam nahi tha humko kabhi zamaane ki ruswayion ka,Takleef hoti hai jab koi apna khafa ho jata hai,Dil ki khalish aksar jaan leva ho jati hai lekin,Dar-e-dil ek had ke baad dard-e-dawa ho jata hai.
katra katra bhate the aansu,aur hum unhe sukha bhi na paye. isse badi wafa ki saza kya hogi,vo roye hum se lipatkar kisi aur ke liye,hum unhe hata bhi na paye...
Agr khush he wo dekh kr ansu meri ankho me,to khuda kasam hum muskurana chod denge,tadapte rahenge use dekhne ko magar uski taraf palke uthana chod denge