It's nothing but yet it's everything ... paper is such an unique thing ... boats are made from paper in the rains ... fire is made from paper in the winter ... kites made from paper fly in the sky ... the entire world is fighting for paper

You guys are like the group of dark clouds that assemble together and hide the sun ... but if it rains, then you guys run away ... and the sun remains in its place

I have no complaints against the nightingale, the house, the hunter ... it was in my destiny to be locked in a cage in the spring season

Sometimes a storm brings flooding with itself ... and the gyration that rises from the flood can be very dangerous

God creates the seasons ... and Rajeshwar changes them

What good is a storm that doesn't take a life ... and what good is a life that is scared of a storm

You don't belong to my league ... your bones are stuck as you've been hit by lightning

Who is the bad one who's drinking alcohol ... I'm drinking so that I can bear this extreme cold

Let there be colours in the flowers and the breeze of new spring will come ... please come so that the daily business of garden can go on

An ocean is an ocean until it is silent ... and when it breaks its silence then it turns into a storm

Mumbai girls and Mumbai rains ... they come anytime and they go anytime

She hugs me fearing the lightning ... oh god let this rain fall for a couple of days

Love is like a piece of sunshine in winter ... it gives the heart a lot of peace until it stays ... and then one day it goes away leaving the person to live with that feeling ... all by himself

Independence is only good as much as the wind is for flying a kite ... with extra wind the thread of a kite gets cut and it wanders around and gets lost

The weather in your city is very pleasant ... if you don't mind may I steal a moment from it

Friends I don't know how to fear from death ... and I consider a storm as a toy

I'll never forget that rainy night in my life ... when I had held your mother-in-law's hand

This storm was sleeping making the clouds of peace as his pillow ... you have awakened him up and also got him up

You can't forget seasons ... since they keep coming every time to refresh memories ... sometimes to fill the wounds and sometimes to make the wounds even deeper

In love the air flowing in the world of lightened flowers is cold ... no matter how much fire burns of romance, the air is still cold