My friend, life should be big ... not long

My friend, life and death is in the hands of God ... you can't change it and neither can I ... we all are puppets of the theater whose string is tied in the fingers of God

Until I am alive I am not dead ... when I die bloody I won't be there

We stretch and pull the sadness of the future and bring it onto today's happiness ... and we mix poison in that happiness

When, who, how someone will die ... no one can tell that

Death is just a moment

I can't even say that ... let my age be added to yours

If I live, I will live in Mumbai ... if I die, I will die in Mumbai

I agree that the strength of life is more powerful than death ... but isn't this life worse than death

Anand is not dead, Anand are immortal

As the disciple was dying he taught the teacher how to live

Till today you said and I listened ... today I will say and you will listen

Death you are a poem ... a poem has promised me that it'll meet me ... when in drowning pulse you feel sleepy ... when the moon carrying her yellow face will reach the horizon ... when day is still in water and the night is close to the shore ... it's not dark, neither bright ... it's not midnight, nor the day ... when the body is dying and the soul is still breathing ... a poem has promised me that it'll meet me