I give life as a gift ... hence I take life as a punishment

The streets were full of bullets, the friendship was from ages ... they were fresh leaves from the branches, whom we called as the local gangsters

The bars of the jail can lock me up ... but not my rulership

I beared until I could ... and I shot once I couldn't bear it anymore

Those who seek will find, but one needs to dive deep ... and you were scared of drowning, so you sat on the shore

Everyone wants to win ... but only that person wins ... who forgets his everything and only wins his goal

The problems of section 307 (of The Indian Penal Code) are on you ... but still you're showing attitude

Slowly slowly O mind, everything happens at its own pace ... the gardener may water with a hundred pots, but the fruit arrives only in its season