HAR baat ka koi jawab nahi hota, har ISHQ ka naam kharab nahi hota,yu to zhoom lete hai NASHE mein pine wale, magar har NASHE ka naam SHARAB nahi hota.
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
Kya pata fir se wo taqdeer mil jaye,ZINDGI ka sab se haseen pal mil jaye,Chal banaye sagar pe ret ka makan,Shayad humein wapas fir se apna BACHPAN mil jaye.