My hand is now on your head ... if this hand comes down on your neck, then it will become your death ... and if this hand comes down more from the neck, then you'll neither live nor die

Waiting for death is much more scary than death itself

Life is death ... but in disguise

There are some things that a person learns from life ... and some from death

Death after death ... I'll give you multiple deaths

Death defines it's place and time before it comes

The world gives an example of my passion ... because Parwana (this lover) is not scared of death

A person can bear the trauma of death ... but he cannot bear the tormenting that he goes through in finding a loved one who is lost

Instead of this uniform I'll put the attire of wounds on your body ... and then you'll flutter so much with pain that after that even if you taste death, then you'll say ... it wasn't fun

Death, weather, mosquito and politician cannot be trusted

Only your death is the cure to my tension

Why should one be scared of death, it has to come ... life is of a couple of days, and we have to obey our duty

With every click of this trigger there will be a map of death created on your face ... but in which house of this revolver death is ... only the angel of death knows that

No one is related to death ... someday it will be my turn, but tomorrow it is your turn

If my waiting time passes by ... then you won't have to wait for the time of your death

Before dying I want to live one night to the fullest

First death will decorate on your forehead ... then the drums of my rowdyism will be played

One who is scared of death ... he does not wear a cops uniform

You have died for me

A shroud doesn't have a pocket, a grave doesn't have a safe and the messengers of death don't take bribe