What did you get and what will you take with you ... you had come naked and you'll go naked

You kept working, I kept loving ... your name was getting bigger, I was getting more shameful

You'll find both temples and mosques ... from whichever street of this country you pass through ... everyone will get help ... whether you ask Allah or Lord Hanuman

She is that Seema who has no limits ... and she is that Seema who has no insurance of her character

Your passion is all over me ... I'm not at peace, please release me ... look at my condition ... I've totally lost my senses

My imperfect stomach is tired of eating all this ... now I wish to eat something else

There are no classes for kiss ... it's just a hit with the masses

No medicine will work and no prayers will work ... my Lord no one should get in the air of love

This vividness, this grace, this jolliness ... how can the world put a price on these ... ok, atleast tell me if you can reduce the price if I take all three as a package

The camera has the reel, the photo has the feel ... but I am as it is good looking, so what's the big deal?

Hey you (God) with the blue umbrella, if you are there then listen to my complaint ... in this world there are so many girls ... atleast select one for me, atleast one

A wish must not be easy and there should be a small battle in achieving it ... and when it gets fulfilled, it should feel that you have achieved something otherwise we have lived our lives just like that

What good is a person who has made money by selling his honesty ... if you're not true to the country that gives you food, then you're not a Muslim

My body is ready to accept the punishment of love ... and I'll prove it to the world by dying for your love

These eyes are like a knife, these lips are like a river ... in my embrace even senses will become unconscious ... you still have time friends to leave now ... otherwise you’ll regret it tomorrow morning

I never thought that such an outcome will be there ... where a king of yesterday will turn into a slave of today

Your wounds are fresh from my weltering ... and my eyes are filled with your tears

I have to fall in love with every beautiful face that God has created ... because I have to stand in front of him after I die

Mr.Karsan is a little shy wearing glasses ... and look he is standing in the middle of everyone holding a gun

I don't want the moon or the birds, and neither do I want a piece of the sky ... I don't want the divine light or the beauty from paradise, and neither do I want a face like fairy