I'm a frustrated person ... I don't know where my story is ... I don't know about my finances ... the hero is not giving any date ... the heroine is saying she will wear full clothes

This world is a car that runs on the wheels of lies ... which burns the hopes of the poor people rather than petrol

Trust is a wall of smoke that is standing on the ground of a bog of promise ... on which no person can stand and neither can anyone put a nail of truth on it

By begging a person becomes humiliated and shameful ... and the flower which has lost its fragrance, that flower is useless

You should never trust the rain of this city, the words of a politician and the persona of a producer ... because all of these sell lies

In this world whatever a person thinks that doesn't happen ... and whatever happens that he has not even thought of

The neck on which America puts flowers ... the neck on which Russia puts a garland ... you put your hands on that neck?

The people who betray me don't cheat me ... they betray their life ... and they give their last salute to life and go away

Those who get their merchandise caught ... their death catches up to their life

The people who are worshipped from the outside ... they are someone else from the inside