There is a call from the skies to come ... this world is unfit for you ... we are decorating another new world for you in the skies ... it's God's order ... that the shining stars in the skies send your message ... the martyrs of love drenched in blood are coming into my protection ... are coming into my protection ... are coming into my protection

Open your eyes and listen carefully ... I have so many things to give, but I want to give something personal ... one drop of the sun, a fragment of the sky, half song of the cuckoo bird and some glittering dreams ... if you like it then ask for more ... I have so many things to give, but I want to give something personal ... the sky like a mirror, a box of butterflies, a spoon of the river and one handful of life ... if you like it then ask for more ... I have so many things to give, but I want to give something personal

This face is glowing because of Allah's light ... what kind of a prayer is this face ... the one who was a stranger until yesterday ... has become the face of my life

A person without a relationship is like a person without a shadow ... a person tied with some string of the heart ... the long journey of life doesn't pass with loneliness ... if there isn't sunlight on the head then the shadow doesn't come out ... let the coin of the heart move ... let this relationship mature

No one listens to the cry of a broken dream ... the agony within me makes my eyes moist ... I won't shed tears and I'll only smile ... tell my destiny that I'll return tomorrow

I'll say my point in a straight manner ... I want to settle down in a home with you ... tell me if you'll give your hand in my hand

Is it night or is your hair disseminated ... is this moonlight or are my nights damped by your eyes ... is this the moon or your bangle, are these the stars or your scarf ... is this a gust of wind or the fragrance of your body ... is this the soft rustling sound of the leaves or did you whisper something ... I'm quietly thinking about this since a long time, and when I know that you are not here, nowhere around here ... but this heart is saying that you are here, somewhere around here

Neither does he have a throne nor does he have a crown, but he rule the hearts ... his feet are on the ground and his sight is on the sky ... he is loved by all and he is Lal Baadshah (king)

After sunday comes monday, you get 4 eggs with one rupee ... someone was hit by the sticks, and the big people are ruling

The one who fought in the battlefield is the one who became a martyr ... but the one who didn't even fight is dead before that ... in this fight for respect we'll might get disrespected ... but the one who falls in his own eyes has lost even his self-respect ... now in this colony of shameless people we've decided that ... even if we don't have a single piece of clothing on our body but still we have to protect our dignity

There is some softness in the eyes ... and he is sitting quietly ... in his sensitive eyes there is a sensitive story

It's not my intention to just make a blast, it's my attempt that the faces must change ... today this wall is shaking like a curtain, but the bet was to shake the foundation ... if not in my heart, then atleast in your heart ... it doesn't matter where the fire is, but the fire must keep on burning

My name is love and I'm crazy for a beautiful body ... sometimes I'm a bee, sometimes a bulbul bird, sometimes a moth ... it's due to me that the beauties have fallen in love ... they have grace and style due to me ... when beautiful people take my name ... then they hold their heart with both hands ... but still I roam around feeling lonely ... I'm a sea, but I roam around being thirsty

It was my face and his eyes ... his conversations even in the silence ... writing a poem on my face ... were his eyes reciting a verse

Our houses are made with glass ... they why do we both have stones in our hands ... I'll think and you think as well ... didn't you know that waves come and go ... then why did you write our names in the sand ... you think and I'll think as well ... why is it that your sister and daughter are in the house and someone else's are in the market ... you think and I'll think as well

A moment seems to be stuck ... time seems to be under crisis ... if there's a heart then there's bound to be pain ... there seems to be no solution to this

There are many good poets in the world ... but they say that Ghalib's style (of poetry) is different

Quit saying me, myself ... me doesn't belong to anyone ... whatever god wants ... that will happen with you

How can I tell you who you are to me ... how can I tell you that for me you are religion, for me you are the conscience ... you are my prayer, you are my desire ... you are my wish, you are the picture at which I keep looking every moment, you are my destiny ... you are my star, you are my sight ... you are in my battles, as if you are shielding me ... you are in the east, you are in the west, you are in the north, you are in the south, you are in my entire life, you are in every moment, you are in every instant ... for me you are also the road, for me you are also the destination, for me you are also the ocean, for me you are also the shore ... I only see you, I only think about you, I only know you, I only believe in you, you are my identity ... how can I tell you, you are a goddess for me, you are god for me ... how can I tell you who are you to me

I am one drop of wax ... take me within you ... turn me into fire, fill my body with the heat of your breath ... burn me till my soul ... and pour on me today in a way that ... my thirst of ages is satisfied