Don't go on the whiteness of this beard ... there is still so much oil in my heart ... that even the sea of Bombay will be embarrassed

Everywhere you look, you'll see lovers ... so many have died, but still hundreds more are ready to die in love

The lips are shivering, the eyes are blinking ... is this magic or passion or the effect of someone's love

A body has boundaries, it falls sick, it gets tired, it feels hungry, it sleeps ... it's born, it spends some time here ... and then dies ... but love has no relationship and no connection with all this ... love doesn't have any age, nor does it die ... passion is immortal

The disease of love is a very dangerous thing ... only a person in love has the cure to that ... or else it's a killer disease ... and no doctor has the cure to this

A beauty who is unaware of her own beauty ... is the most beautiful thing

You don't think before you step into the path of love ... and neither after you step in it

People in love die for the freshness of a body ... they talk just like this before stealing all the fun ... they call appearance as the moon and hair as clouds ... they praise and steal all the fun

The wound of love is very bad ... a person dies even if he his living

Talk with me smilingly for a short while ... we both standing together look like great lovers

You can romance an American girl ... but you can't marry her ... and you can marry an Indian girl ... but you can't romance her

In love you don't have any control over your heartbeats ... love is that magic which can't be hidden

Life is all about becoming of one person ... it's not about stealing from someone ... it's about dying for someone

Don't ask a lover about what he learned in craziness ... he himself doesn't know as to why he is crazy in love

When love is one sided then it punishes ... and when it's on both sides then it gives rejoicement

The lips that have this smile, those lips ... the beautiful face that has these lips, that face ... the body that has this face, that body ... the soul that has this body, that soul ... there is nothing like these things in both the worlds

Shabnam you don't know how I spend my nights ... I keep wandering with your picture in my eyes and I only talk about you ... Shabnam you're a lamp and Manzoor is a moth ... this crazy lover is ready to burn in your arms

Burning flames is called fire, after burning what is left is called ash ... and the ash used to make gunpowder, is called Raghav Prakash ... I'll start a fire and burn the sky ... in your memory my love I'll shake this world

Who can recognize how crazy am I ... the one who has seen me only he will know that

Fill the colour of your body in my poem ... give the music of your style to my voice ... grant life to my imagination