Let's take our boat and go to the village of sandalwood and moonlight ... the flowing stream of the rainbow and the third shore behind it ... this journey is just ours and no one else ... now you are waiting for what, when love is calling you and the world of dreams is in front of you ... let's take our boat and go to the village of sandalwood and moonlight

I have seen many people who are enemies ... people who are scared with every breathe of time ... one who has the support of god, who can kill him ... I am not someone who will die with bombs and gunpowder

Look at the rising moon and the setting faces ... the moonlight sparkles, and it is dark ... the dreams are broken and lying on the floor ... as if the group of a procession has been stolen

Hickory dickory dock ... I can walk and this rascal can talk

Now I'm scared and I'm saying that I will die ... where will I go if I don't get peace even after dying ... I'm not someone who will challenge you ... infact even if god asks then I'll turn away

The past things in the windows of memories ... the secrets of some moments in the disturbed breathes ... the unheard songs in the dew of love ... the forgotten promises on the lonely paths ... how can one remember that, how can one remember that ... the nights filled with dreams in the silent voices ... the disturbed scarf in the wet weather ... the moving eyeballs in the blinking eyes ... the kiss with your lover with his half open lips ... how can one remember that, how can one remember that

Jack and Jill went hidingly to the hill, to get a pail of water ... Jack fell down, Jill got stuck, and their life was a problem thereafter

This city is new to me, on top of that this job is new for me ... no one knows me and I don't have any reason to enter anyones house ... also it is not an era where we can trust a stranger ... in short I don't have a place to stay

Look at the musical instrument in the hands of a monkey and look at the crown on the head of an owl ... today look at what you have never seen before ... the whole world will laugh when they look at this ... what a pair have you made lord Ram

Don't take me Delhi ... make the throne for my pyre right here ... keep my face pointing towards the enemy when you burn me ... I haven't learnt to show my back to the enemy ... keep my weapons next to me ... put the holy water in my mouth ... keep shouting "Bole So Nihal" (whoever utters, shall be fulfilled) ... I'll fight even after dying, don't have the death ceremony for me

The world is crazy, it worships stones ... but no one worships the grinding stone of the house, which grinds and gives us bread

In love and romance there is some sweet risk ... what type of a love game is this, in which everything is fixed ... look at the mirror of love, your face is mixed in it

The direction in which one leg moves ... thousands of legs start moving in that direction ... where one vision gets stuck ... over there thousands of eyes have got stuck

Little drops of water make the mighty ocean ... little grains of sand make the beautiful land ... little moments get together and make the mighty ages of eternity ... don't consider these little moments useless my brother ... they are the creators of the earth

From beat comes a song, beat itself is music, on beat there is breathe, from beat comes love

London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down ... come on get your meter down, meter down, meter down

I'm tired of the dilemma in life ... I'll ignore the world with dissatisfaction ... I'm full off sorrows, from where should I get the songs of happiness ... I'll give what I get from this life ... the spirit of the heart will rise for once ... I agree that I'm supressed by the sadness in my life ... today I've broken the relationship of hope ... hence now I won't complain to anyone

Where is that girl in whose scarf a person can hide his face and forget the entire world ... where is that girl seeing whom the heart says, that there is sweetness and you on this side, but who knows what will be there on the other side ... where is that girl seeing whom I feel that, the one who I was searching for since ages is here ... where is that girl for whom Rabindranath Tagore had said that, your blue eyes are like a deep lake, and I wish to drown in that ... where is that girl who will jump with me in crazy waves of the sea, where is that girl who will come with me

Should I drown in your eyes, or should I play with your eyelids ... or should I get lost in the jungle of your hair, or should I keep my heart under your soft feet ... now from where should I start, I don't understand that ... no one has control in front of this scene

He can even eat the covering of the hair's skin ... if he can get it then he will even eat months and years ... he can even eat the remaining well-being of someone unwell ... he can even eat the sadness of an untimely dying heart ... he can eat the son of Lalu, he can eat the guns of naxalites, he can eat the fun of childhood, he can eat the shawl of old age ... leave aside shyness, he can even eat the style of a shameless ... and if it's possible to put it on a plate, he'll even eat a thought