Na jeene ki khushhi na marne ka gam Gam hai toh unse na milne ka gam Jeete hain iss aas pe kabhi woh hamare kehlaayenge Mrte nhi isliye ki woh akele reh jayenge
Tera intzaar karke har raat ko tanha so jata hun.Subah hote hi phir tere milne ki aas me aankhe bhichata hun.Ye silsila ab tum khatam kar do,ek din milne ka mukarar kardo..
Aaj Mosam Me Kuch Ajeb Si Bat HaiBekabu Se Mere Jazbat HaiJee Chata Hai Churale Aapko Aap Hi Se Hum Pr Kya Kre Papa Kehte Hain Chori Krna Buri Bat Hai.
Yad Kisi Ko Karna Ye Baat Nahi Jatane Ki.Dil Par Chot Dena Adat Hai Zamane Ki.Ham Aapko Bilkul Yaad Nahi Karte.Kyunki Yaad Karna To Ek Nishani Hai Bhool Janeki.
Kon tha apna kis pe inayat karte.Hamari to hasrat rahi tum bhi mohabat karte.Us ne samjha hi nahi mujhe kisi kabil.Warna us se pyar nahi us ki ibadat karte
Bahar hoti to titliya jarur aati,Nami aakho me ho to siskiya jarur aati,Kahne ko log kahte hai ke khub yaad aate hai,Magar yaad karte to hichkiya jarur aati.
Hasin chehre par kabhi aitbar na karna,tod dete hai wo dil kabhi pyar na karna.hai guzarish sab se meri marr jaoge,wona ayenge kabhi isliy intezar na karna
