Chand sitare teri mutthi me honge... Agar mera hath tere hath me rahe... Shaakh se toot jaye wo kamzor patte hum nahi... Andhiyon se keh do apni aukat me rahe.
Ansu na hote Ankhome to Ankhe Itni khubsurat na hoti Dard na hota dilme to khusiyo ki kimat na hoti Puri hoti sab ki Murade to kisiko khuda ki Zarurt na hoti.
Tu kya jane kaise pilayi jati hai,Kholne se pehle botal hilayi jati hai,Fir awaz lagayi jati hai,aa jao tute dil walo,Yahan darde dil ki dwa pilayi jati hai
Waqt Ki Anch Per Pathr Bhi Pighl Jate Hain.. Keh kahe Tut Kar Ashkon Mein Badal Jate Hain.. Umar Bhar kon Kisi Ko Yaad Kya Karta Hai.. Waqt Ke Sath Khayalat Bhi Badal Jate Hain