The fire of love burns only if it's on both sides ... or else it extinguishes

When 100 moons will shine then it'll be a great thing ... since you've come this night will have some value

It was my face and his eyes ... his conversations even in the silence ... writing a poem on my face ... were his eyes reciting a verse

If we separate now then may be we'll meet in the dreams ... just like dry flowers are found in a book

Our life has two sides ... one of right and other of duty ... any one of them is not possible without the other

Love has only two forms ... you either make someone yours or you become theirs