Not with life ... I am displeased with myself

If I keep my eyes open then my tears are black ... and if I close them then my dreams are also black

I was dishonored in so many ways ... the names of strangers was written with my blood ... why is that her mention today could not make my happy ... why is that her name today broke my heart

In life you can only distribute happiness ... every person has to carry the weight of sorrow by themselves

If someone else kills you ... then I will repent a lot

The world laughs with those who laugh ... but the one who cries, cries alone

No doctor has the cure for the disease of grief ... one has to find the cure for it themselves ... one has to forget grief

You haven't given me any sorrow ... I have given myself sorrow

Pushpa, I cannot see these tears ... I hate tears

Your smile creates a lot of pain in a man

If you want to share someones sorrow ... then do such a work ... which brings happiness in others life

When happiness grows beyond limits then it turns into sadness

How can one be happy by becoming a guest in their own country

Loneliness, tears, sadness ... it's just a small thing ... and you are so much annoyed

Sorrow comes free of cost ... but for happiness one has to pay the price

Unlawful wealth surely gives happiness to one in the start ... but later on it takes you and throws you into the sea of sadness ... where you will never ever see the shores of happiness

God made me cry ... God will make me smile

When the heart breaks, then there's no sound ... but a broken heart can always hear the sound of a broken heart

If there is no medicine for pain ... then you should consider pain as the medicine itself

Your wounds are fresh from my weltering ... and my eyes are filled with your tears