Macchar ne jo kata... dil main mere junoon tha. Khujli hui itni... dil be sukoon tha. Pakada to chod diya yeh soch kar ki.... sale ki ragon main apna hi khoon tha !
Gam me jine me maza aata hai,gharibo ke ghar bhi khuda aata hai,hum hain jo baarish ki tarah roz sms karte hain,aur ek aap hain jinka sms sarkari nal mein pani ki tarah aata hai
Log ishq karte hai bade shor ke saath, Humne bhi kiya tha bade zor ke saath, Magar ab karenge zaar gaur ke saath, Kyunki kal dekha tha use kisi aur ke saath
Vo pyaar ke rishte kaise-kaise ho gaye, kabhi hum aapke dost the ab aise-waise ho gaye, agar ab bhi sms na kiya to hum samjhenge ki hum se pyaare paise ho gaye
Khuda kare in haseeno ke baap mar jaye, Maut ka bahana ho aur hum inke ghar jaye. Aisa mat keh aye zaalim,ye ek paap hoga, Tu bhi ek din ek haseena ka baap hoga!
