No one is an orphan in this world ... everyone finds someone or the other to share their happiness and sorrow with them

There are no roads without potholes ... and there is no life with sorrow

Since you've taken so much grief from one woman ... hence take a little bit of enjoyment from another woman

Don't call me brother ... I get emotional

Happiness spreads by sharing it ... and sadness reduces by accepting it

I haven't taken the hit on my moral ... but on my heart

Tears are the jewels of weak people

Other than sorrow ... I cannot give you anything

Drink alcohol when you're sad, drink soup when you're happy ... a poor man stays quiet in a rich man's party

People go there to erase their sadness ... and after seeing her dance even the best of the best are left helpless

Why are you sad-sad, and why not happy-sad ... why do we feel sad ... because our heart feels heavy ... when does the heart feel heavy ... when someone hurts our heart ... who can hurt our heart so much ... the one who is close to our heart ... who is close to our heart ... the one with whom our heart feels happy ... so you were happy, that's why you are sad ... so be happy-sad, not sad-sad

You understand the value of tears ... when they flow from your own eyes

Sadness doesn't go away by burning the heart ... you have to try to forget sadness

Every mother has to cry for her children at some point or the other ... some cry by shedding tears and some by drinking the tears

I will live ... and I will endure this pain also

I had never thought that I'll see the open skies again ... I had never thought that my unhappy god will be happy with me ... until now this poet has cried a lot in sadness ... I had never thought that one day I would cry in happiness

The wind is blowing such that my heart doesn't want to reinstate ... or else I hardly am sad

I have seen his dreams turn into smoke, I have seen him age before time, I have seen his pain in sadness ... but I have never seen him lose his courage

Even if I hear the moan of pain behind a half hearten smile ... even if this golden loneliness straggles after hitting with emotions ... I won't say anything, won't say anything, won't say anything

Grief is that holy water with which sins get washed